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The moment the blood sword came into contact with the red cassock, two brilliant and strange rays of red and black suddenly burst out.

Clanking and clanging swords, the sword energy is as cold as frost and snow, and the cassock seems to have turned into a wall made of diamonds at this time. Even though the sword energy turns into rain and shoots over the sky and cover the sky, it is not damaged at all, but it is exhausted. Accept it.

"Huh? What a clever way to control things, what a powerful way to unload force."

Seeing that Lin You was covered with [-]% blood essence, coupled with his dragon energy and the blessing of his mind, Meng Zhao couldn't help being moved by the cassock, and secretly praised him.

The Dharma King in black must have used a method similar to the Buddhist cassock to subdue demons, but it lacks the true meaning of Buddhism to subdue demons. Instead, it has a deep and unknown feeling. It should be the cassock to subdue the Buddha.

Moreover, on the cassock, which made up for the true strength of the black-clothed Dharma King, it was as viscous and firm as plasma, and contained a murderous Shura's true intention to kill the heavens and the earth, and the sword intent contained in the blood sword was almost destroyed at the touch of a touch.

At this time, the ferocious monk just came to his senses, his back was dripping wet, his body was covered in cold sweat, his heart was pounding, he was almost out of breath, it was so dangerous, so dangerous, he almost walked away from Lin You follow in the footsteps.

However, apart from being terrified and rejoicing, the ferocious monk was full of doubts. With his martial arts, no matter how strong Meng Zhao was, it was impossible for him to be unable to catch even a single move when he was on guard.

Also, just now he could feel that he was repelled and oppressed by this space, this world, and the thrilling feeling of confronting the world made him unforgettable. Could it be Meng Zhao's handwriting?
But he didn't know that Meng Zhao comprehended the way of heaven, earth and man, and was quite unique in the use of aura, aura, environment, and geography. Before the group of them came, he had already sharpened a wooden sword in advance. Inject blood essence, create aura, and bury it in an earth vein node. Therefore, it is not uncommon to use such a forceful method, but it is a norm.

Because I don't know the details of Meng Zhao, nor how he made it to that step, the fierce monk was uncharacteristically, his burly and strong body shrank back unconsciously, and his fighting spirit was very strong. , unexpectedly reluctant to continue to face Meng Zhao.

This is simply an unbelievable thing, but it just happened, so seeing the great monk's posture, he kept smiling like Maitreya, and the rich young man showed a surprised expression.

This great monk, the goddess, is a direct disciple of the leader of the Purdue Sect, and has a very high status in the religion, so he has also developed a kind of self, strong character traits, but the goddess is hidden in his heart, and the great monk is outwardly. In shape.

Even in the face of powerhouses of the level of the Four Great Dharma Kings in the sect, the great monk respects at most, most of them respect, and I am afraid that he will not be afraid. With the Purdue sect leader as his master, are you afraid that these people will hurt him?

But when facing Meng Zhao, it was different. The young man was able to control it extremely finely. The fear, fear, and uneasiness displayed in the depths of his spirit simply broke through his realm protection, and his thoughts were chaotic. The spirit and atmosphere of the strong.

This shows that Meng Zhao has probably become the great monk's heart demon, the shackles, and he will not be able to break it in the future, and he will not be able to break free from the fear that Meng Zhao brought to him.

Even if one day, he was lucky enough to break through to the Grandmaster and meet Meng Zhao, he might have to stay away.

Although strength is closely related to xinxing, it is not an absolute relationship.

To use an analogy, a strong man with a strong body and strong arms is definitely more powerful than an ordinary poisonous snake. The snake has shortness of breath, weak hands and feet, and less than half of its strength. This is the evil spirit.

It can be said that during this trip to Baiping Mountain, Dharma King Gebu was seriously injured, Lin You was killed, and the great monk had inner demons. It can be said that the loss was heavy. Even if Meng Zhao was killed, it would not be able to make up for this loss.

However, the great monk retreated because of his inner demons, but the two great Dharma Kings of the Purdue Sect did not.

The two of them came here to respect the spirit of the leader, and to solve this huge hidden danger for Purdue Sect. If peace talks cannot be reached, they can only use force.

The thick eyebrows of the black-clothed Dharma King trembled, and he stretched out his hand to move. The dark black cassock that was still suspended in mid-air, spinning like a windmill, broke through the heavy air barrier, and fell back on his body, and it fit perfectly. Wrap his whole body, just like the previous dress.

He and Monk Honglian looked at each other. Although they didn't say a word, they had a tacit understanding and understood what the other party was thinking.

In today's battle, two things must be done.

One, of course, is to kill Meng Zhao, the contemporary dragon king, and let him fall in this white bottle mountain, unable to return to the Meng family to do something that is not good for Purdue.

However, Meng Zhao's martial arts are so high and unfathomable, no matter who they are, they are not sure of defeating Meng Zhao in a one-on-one situation, and they can only have a chance together.

Of course, they have a second purpose for this trip, which is also the purpose of Tiannv and her party coming here at the beginning, and that is to incorporate Yuan Bin into the sect.

Therefore, the two have made up their minds.

Monk Honglian first fought with Meng Zhao so that he could not be distracted by others, mainly procrastinating.

And the black-clothed Dharma King resolved to capture Yuan Bin and Niu Dali as soon as possible, and when he had no more worries, he would turn around and besiege Meng Zhao with Monk Honglian, and the big thing would be settled.

The two had an idea and were about to explode.

However, Meng Zhao on the opposite side seemed to understand mind reading skills, and had already guessed the plan of the two of them. He laughed loudly and said,
"You two, it's indeed a good idea for you to divide me into equal parts. Unfortunately, I won't do what you want, so let's take it."

As soon as the words fell, Meng Zhao drew a circle with his palms like a millstone, drawing circles on his chest, his fingers moving the vitality of the void, as if engraving some unknown magical character, and then resorted to a move of two dragons going out to sea.

Push the two palms forward fiercely, and there are two low and melodious dragon roars, full of majesty, bursts of sound waves, and a strong wind blowing up. The purple real dragon whizzed out vigorously, biting towards the Honglian monk and the black-clothed dharma king while absorbing the mighty power of the heaven and earth.

It can be said that Meng Zhaozhen didn't make a move, but if he made a move, it would be earth-shattering.

He actually wanted to use his own strength to directly challenge the two innate extreme powerhouses.

Such a difficulty is actually much more thrilling than the battle with the dragon-elephant golden body of King Gebu Fawang not long ago.

Without him, two fists are no match for four hands.

It would be fine if the gap in martial arts was a little bigger, but the martial arts of these two men were within a hair's breadth of that of King Gebu, and they were roughly on par with Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao was extremely imposing, as soon as he made a move, he aimed directly at the two of them, which showed that he had extraordinary confidence in himself.