Zongwu: I have no fault in Yang Guo, how can I change it?

Chapter 130 The Battle of Xiangyang ([-])
"Boy, is it true that the Buddha is afraid of you?"

With a sneer, Yang Lian Zhenjia felt that his arms were no longer so painful, he stopped and dodged suddenly, and a pair of big fleshy hands quickly formed seals.

A large amount of true energy surged and permeated in the dark night, and a golden light shone, and Buddha flowers spread to Yang Lian Zhenjia's whole body like water.

"Diamond Blessing, help me cast down the demons!"

With a loud shout, I saw a glaring Vajra with blue face and long fangs, about ten feet high, overlapping with Yang Lian Zhenjia.

Those who are strong and incapable of being cut off will become powerful like a vajra.

Relying on the blessing of the "Vajra Seal", Yang Lian Zhenjia smiled all over his face, his palms were blood red, and when he formed the seal again, a golden red blood lion with a mane burning like a flame rushed out of his palms.

Tantric Mahamudra - Lion Seal.

call--

A gust of wind suddenly blows up, soft and gentle, seemingly harmless, but full of murderous intent.

The next moment!
The tooth-piercing sound of zhenqi collision exploded in the night sky.

"die!"

Yang Guo stepped into the sky with one step, grasped the sword with both hands, and hit with all his strength, "opening mountains with one sword."

This sword is extremely heavy and heavy.

Yang Lian Zhenjia's complexion changed, he wasn't sure whether the "Vajra Seal" could resist, and with a thought, he used Tantric lightness kung fu and disappeared in place with a flick of his fingers.

Leaving no shadow on the body, leaving no trace on the shape, and leaving no trace on the emptiness, it is the tantric light work-"body shape and emptiness", which has been perfected.

Clang——

A sword fell to the ground, and the wind blowing the grass bowed its head, and thousands of flowers fell.

Yang Guo looked indifferent, turned around quickly, and swept out with a sword.

click-

There was a slight shattering sound, and a spider web-like crack appeared in the "Diamond Seal". Yang Lian Zhenjia's eyes were full of coldness, and he hurriedly retreated, replenishing his true energy to restore it, and shouted in his mouth:

"Why don't you two make a move? If a major event is delayed, can you afford it?"

Standing with folded arms, King Jinlun Dharma felt very relieved when he saw Yang Lian Zhenjia's embarrassed and furious appearance, and sneered:
"Yang Kun, how come you can't hold down a doll, do you want me to make a move?"

Jiumozhi was smiling, but didn't speak a word, as if watching the fire from the other side.

Yang Lian Zhenjia's eyes were full of anger, and he was about to speak back, but his eyes were dark again, and the thick sword was already pressing towards him, so he had to dodge again.

Jinlun Fawang watched intently, and the five-wheeled vajra in his hand trembled slightly about two feet away.

Jinlun Dharma King came here with the same purpose as Yang Lian Zhenjia, although he would sarcasm, he would not stand idly by.

He was just waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to sneak attack and severely injure Yang Guo.

"Ming Wang."

Jiumozhi paused for a moment, and looked at Jinlun Dharma King, with some doubts in his eyes.

Jinlun Fawang calmly glanced at Hong Qigong who had blood on his lips.

Jiumozhi immediately understood and nodded.

hum-

A "humming" sound appeared.

Hong Qigong's eyes are half closed, his palms are united, the whole body's true energy gathers in both palms, and a majestic golden dragon head with horns can be vaguely seen emerging.

"You Mongolian monk, you still want to sneak attack when you are old? You are a master in vain!"

Glancing at him, Jinlun Fawang ignored it and continued to infuse true energy into the five flywheels of gold, silver, copper, iron and lead.

Jiumozhi chuckled, clasped his palms together, bursts of white mist rose from his fiery true energy.

"My little monk also wants to learn about Your Excellency's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

Hong Qigong's expression darkened, he decided to act first, and wanted to force the two of them to deal with him, so he approached Jinlun Fawang a few steps away.

"Hey~Old benefactor, don't worry, let's taste the monk's flame knife first!"

A word fell.

Jiumozhi raised his palms above his head, the palms were red.

huh, huh, huh...

The Zhang Xu long flaming sword suddenly appeared, and the raging fire dispelled the darkness, and the sky was brightly reflected.

"fall!"

With a loud shout, Jiumozhi's face turned reddish, and his closed palms fell down abruptly.

The blazing flames are extremely hot, melting gold fossils.

see.

Hong Qigong didn't hesitate anymore, he leaned forward slightly, and suddenly pushed his palms towards Jiumozhi's heart.

The Book of Changes: Qian Gua: Elephant: The ninth day: Do not use Qianlong.

hold head high--

Only a boundless dragon chant was heard, and the golden dragon forged with true energy roared and rushed towards Jiumozhi.

The fire saber flew across the sky, and the golden dragon neighed.

As soon as the two came into contact, there was a violent explosion.

Bricks and tiles were flying, and smoke and dust filled the air.

at this time.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King, who had been pressed for a long time, shot out impressively, and the five wheels of gold, silver, copper, iron, and lead flew out together.

Of course.

Jinlun Fawang wanted to win with one move, and just after using the "Five Wheels Great Turn", he used the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu".

The power of Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants that had been silent in his body suddenly exploded.

I saw Jinlun Dharma King soaring into the sky, and together with the five rounds flying in the air, they rushed towards Yang Guo.

Jinlun Fawang grew three inches tall out of thin air, with blue veins all over his body protruding like an ancient snake swimming around, his muscles are tied together in pieces, it looks ugly, but it gives people a sense of simplicity and majesty.

Jinlun Fawang waited until now to act.

Although Yang Lian Zhenjia was dissatisfied in his heart, he immediately made a move to keep Yang Guo, muttering in his mouth: "Fearless, fearless, fearless, fearless."

Esoteric Mahamudra - Fearless Seal.

I saw Yang Lian Zhenjia with a smile on his cheeks and a peaceful expression, he folded his hands and raised them in front of his chest, palms outward, as if he didn't see the extremely heavy heavy sword in front of him.

boom--

"One Sword Opens the Mountain" fell suddenly, causing a strong wind to blow up.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Yang Lian Zhenjia, who seemed to have pain in his eyebrows, was pressed down by the epee, and his bent arm slowly straightened.

Yang Guo suddenly felt a powerful counter-shock force coming, he did not hesitate to use the magic technique of "gathering momentum".

this moment.

Yang Guo's body seemed to have turned into the legendary sea of ​​darkness, no matter how terrifying the force was.

Once entering Beiming, there are no waves.

Yang Lian Zhenjia frowned.

He knew how heavy and heavy Yang Guo's sword was.

But just now he countered with the "Fearless Seal", Yang Guo didn't even change his expression, which made Yang Lian Zhenjia suspect that he was good at it - Tantric Mahamudra, did he practice it wrong.

hum-

A golden wheel was about to hit the "Yuzhen acupoint" on the back of his head, Yang Guo turned his head and was about to slap a "Heart Destroying Palm" to stop the difficulty.

Yang Lian Zhenjia sneered coldly, his palms were scarlet red, and imprinted the "Da Zangshou Bloody Handprint" on Yang Guo's forehead.

The movement stopped for a moment, and Yang Guo frowned slightly.

After Hengjian resisted Yang Lian Zhenjia, the flying golden wheel had already cut a deep bone wound on his left palm, and then he used the "heart-destroying palm" to slap the wheel away.

hum, hum, hum...

The remaining four wheels came back and forth.

'Jinlun, you are still useful. '

Muttering in his heart, Yang Lianzhenjia made another move to force Yang Guo to fight with him.

Yang Guo already knew what they were thinking, he wanted to dodge without hesitation.

He was beaten so embarrassingly just now, now that the opportunity to severely injure Yang Guo is in front of him, how can Yang Lian Zhenjia give up?

Seeing that his moves became faster and faster, he wanted to hold Yang Guo back.

"You want to hold me back?"

"Heh, weren't you very proud just now? Aren't you crazy? The Buddha is here, don't run away?"

Yang Lian Zhenjia was provocative, and his smile became brighter and brighter.

"In this case... then I will borrow it from you!"

Yang Lian Zhenjia hadn't realized what he meant by this,

Then he saw that his "Great Zangshou" shot through the epee and landed on Yang Guo's chest, he immediately showed joy.

"It turns out that you are crazy, then you can enjoy and enjoy Buddha's great hidden hands!"

Yang Lian Zhenjia seemed to have seen the scene where Yang Guo was tortured by his own palm strength, making life worse than death.

Yang Lian Zhenjia's internal strength is good, and his palm strength is not weak, Yang Guo snorted, a little blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he showed a mocking smile.

"You laugh... No, what are you doing holding Buddha? Let go!"

Yang Lian Zhenjia's face changed slightly, and he quickly changed his moves, trying to break free from Yang Guo's palm.

"Don't worry!"

Yang Guo put down the heavy sword, firmly grasped Yang Lian Zhenjia's arm, pressed his thumb firmly on his veins, lest he print the "Tantric Mahamudra".

hum, hum, hum...

A lead wheel flew towards him, Yang Guo exerted all his strength, picked up Yang Lian Zhenjia and went to meet it, he was very skillful.

Yang Lian Zhenjia's pupils shrank, his face paled in shock.

"Jinlun, let your broken wheel stop quickly!! Stop quickly!!!"

puff-

The lead wheel tore through his clothes, bringing out a large piece of flesh and blood, Yang Lian Zhenjia couldn't help crying out in pain, his internal energy exploded, he struggled crazily, his whole body was congested with blood, he looked like a fat man with red skin.

puff-

puff...

It can be seen that the wounds on the bones are continuously drawn, and the gurgling blood flows out. Yang Lian Zhenjia is almost a bloody man.

Dantian hummed, kicked Yang Guo in the chest, using his strength to break free.

Seeing the footprints on the robe that Xiao Longnv sewed for him, Yang Guo frowned, stretched out his hand and patted it.

Yang Lian Zhenjia's face was pale, panting heavily, and hastily swallowed a blood-red fleshy elixir, only then did his cheeks turn red.

"Huh, huh, huh... Jin Lun, you are avenging your own personal revenge!"

"I don't have any."

Jinlun Fawang replied in a deep voice, but from the slightly raised corners of his mouth, it could be seen that he was in a very happy mood.

Yang Lian Zhenjia gave Jinlun Fawang a venomous look, said nothing more, jumped onto the stone wall, looked around in darkness, found a direction, and left quickly.

Just now he forcibly activated his internal energy to break through Yang Guo's restraint, not to mention damage to his meridians, he also suffered internal injuries, plus those external injuries that kept bleeding.

If he doesn't stop bleeding to heal his wounds, most of his martial arts will be abolished.

King Jinlun frowned, a little puzzled why Yang Lian Zhenjia left directly, he didn't know that Yang Lian Zhenjia had been seriously injured.

'After a while, Mrs. Guo seems to have a difficult delivery, and Senior Huang was injured by an old monk. I asked Ding Dian to help. '

Yang Guo's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper, feeling a little headache, a strange light appeared in his eyes, he looked at "Rui Jinbit" and he was relieved.

'Auntie, has anyone found you? '

'Not yet, but I saw an old Taoist priest looking for us. '

'Old Taoist priest?Auntie, be careful, I'll be right back. '

Yang Guo's expression changed, he picked up the heavy sword, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

Jin Lun secretly vigilant, raised his hand and slammed a palm.

Yang Guo didn't want to get entangled with him, he quickly hid in a rockery.

Jinlun Fawang frowned, gripped the vajra tightly, and smashed it at the rockery.

Clang——

The sound of gold and stone striking each other came out.

"Blood Knife? No...you are...you are Xiao Feng? Why is the weapon of the Blood Knife in your hands?"

"He escaped."

Immediately, Xiao Feng swung the broadsword twice, and suddenly slapped his palm.

The evil wind hit his face, Jinlun Fawang didn't dodge or dodge, but also greeted him with a palm.

Snapped--

The two did not take a step back.

'This Xiao Feng's palm strength is so strong, stronger than Guo Jing's!To be able to evenly share with the old monk. '

Jinlun Fawang thought to himself that his current self is much stronger than the self at the hero meeting, especially in terms of palm strength, it can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds.

And Xiao Feng also felt that the palm strength of the great monk in front of him was terrifying, he had only seen it in his life, so he couldn't help but pay attention to it.

there.

After Hong Qigong and Jiumozhi exchanged palms, they retreated tacitly.

"Senior Hong, how are you doing?"

"No problem, just a small injury." Smiling and waving his hands, Hong Qigong glanced at Jinlun Fawang, looked sideways at Xiao Feng, and murmured in a low voice:

"Boy Xiao, this great monk named Jinlun has a very tight palm.

Don't fight head-to-head with him, it's too bad.

If you see each other with him, and within fifty moves, he will be at a disadvantage. "

Xiao Feng was slightly taken aback, then nodded, "This junior has been taught."

……

Spirit wood position.

"Yang Shaoxia met again."

The voice of Yin Cece sounded.

Staring at the crowd surrounding him, Yang Guo's eyes flickered.

"Duan Yanqing and...um...you are...why are you here?"

For Xiao Yuanshan's appearance, Yang Guo felt unexpectedly nervous.

Xiao Yuanshan didn't answer, but just mobilized his true energy silently, the meaning was self-evident.

"Yang Guo!!!"

There was an explosion of angry shouts.

Yang Guo paused slightly, staring at the old man with the broken arm in front of him.

As the so-called enemies meet, they are particularly jealous.

Lu Zhangke is not only jealous, but he is about to stare his eyes out.

"Yang Guo, you cut off the old man's arm. Today, the old man will not only cut off your limbs, but also grab you and rape your wife and daughter in front of you!"

laugh--

The epee touched the ground.

The cold stars in his eyes danced, Yang Guo slowly raised the sword, and his internal energy poured into the sword.

The epee trembled slightly, buzzing, the overflowing sword energy passed by, and countless bamboo bushes around it were broken.

"Old man, I ran away for you that day, so... you should come to lead me to death today."

"Lead death? My junior brother and I will let you die first!"

The voice just fell.

Lu Zhangke and He Biweng rushed forward first, Xiaoxiangzi and Nimoxing were one step behind.

Seeing this, Xiao Yuanshan stopped, only revealing a pair of eyes filled with thoughts.

Duan Yanqing laughed strangely, raised the iron staff, and a scorching ray burst out.

Yang Guo looked indifferent, stretched out his palm, and received the "Yi Yang Finger".

Duan Yanqing was stunned immediately, seeing that Yang Guo's left palm full of blood hadn't changed, he was a little puzzled, and immediately continued to shoot "Yiyang Finger".

Luzhangke and Hebiweng lived together since they were young, and the two cooperated very well, but the Luzhangke lacked a hand, so some moves would be missing.

I saw Luzhangke leaping up and standing on the shoulder of Crane Biweng.

One person specializes in the upper game, and the other specializes in the middle game.

The two strange weapons, the deer head short staff and the crane beak double pen, dance so impenetrably that people are overwhelmed.

Xiaoxiangzi waved his mourning stick, crying like a ghost at night, making people feel restless.

Nimoxing used a snake-shaped iron whip to continuously coil towards Yang Guo's lower body, every time the whip fell, a ravine was formed, obviously the force was extremely strong.

Surrounded and attacked by five people, Yang Guo's expression remained calm, but his eyes became colder and colder.

Before I knew it, more than a hundred rounds had passed.

Yang Guo only felt that the epee was getting lighter and lighter, the sword was getting faster and faster, and the intention to kill was getting heavier.

hum-

With a soft sound, the epee trembled, and a cold sword light flickered in the darkness.

(End of this chapter)