Zongwu: Two Thousand Years Later, I Will Be the Emperor of Heaven!

　　He Zudao Xingjian urged the nine star dragons, the tenacious bodies of the nine dragons shook together, broke together, and the boundless starlight overflowed, suppressing the six golden characters that came with the great power of suppressing demons, and could not move forward.

　　The six-character mantra and He Zudao's nine long starlight dragons dissipated the eternal sky together.

　　boom!

　　Immediately afterwards, a starlight long sword and a magic stick collided violently. .

Chapter 177

　　Thunder sword technique, Xiaoyasha stick technique!

　　The phantom of the star god that He Zudao transformed into, unfolded the Thunder Sword Technique of the Kunlun School, a long sword condensed from starlight, as its name suggests, as fast as lightning, as fierce as lightning.

　　The deep starlight turned into lightning, aggressively attacking the Angry-eyed King Kong, showing the profound martial arts of the head of the Kunlun School.

　　On the other hand, the Angry-eyed King Kong transformed by Sandu, who has the same mind, also unfolds a little Yaksha stick technique in the [-] Shaolin stunts.

　　The Yaksha is one of the eight gods in the legend of Buddhism. It is named after the ghost. This stick method is named after the little Yaksha.

　　The surging stick shadow condensed into a ferocious and terrifying Yaksha phantom, meeting the lightning that He Zu Dao's sword light turned into.

　　The vast sky, with all kinds of luster overflowing, is like the legendary battle of gods, which is reflected in the eyes of everyone in a radius of ten thousand miles.

　　At this moment, even those blind people could sense the sudden change in the sky, shaking their minds.

　　More aftermaths crashed into the vast land, knocking down mountains and mountains, causing rivers to flow backwards and changing the landscape.

　　In front of the Zixiao Palace, the martial arts heroes who watched the battle at close range were fascinated and excited.Ruoye Gucheng, Ximen Chuixue and other sword idiots who are obsessed with swords, the clear and transparent Jianxin, for the first time, I was fortunate and listened to Ying Yu's persuasion.

　　Otherwise, if you miss this battle, you will regret all sentient beings.

　　In the blink of an eye, Star God and King Kong fought dozens of moves.Only a few people present noticed that the lustre of the Star God's phantom and Angry-eyed King Kong gradually faded.

　　"Win or lose, it will be decided immediately!"

　　From the very beginning, Ying Yu, who was ignoring everything in front of her with an aloof attitude, pursed her lips, and made an unceremonious assertion.

　　how do I say this?

　　The people next to him, even experts like Mo Ya and Bai Feng, looked at him in confusion when they heard what Ying Yu said.

　　Isn't this exciting?How come it's over!

　　Zhang Sanfeng, and a master who was hidden among the Shaolin monks, who belonged to the penetrating spiritual consciousness of the masters of heaven and man, nodded secretly when they heard Ying Yu's words.

　　The development of the situation quickly told everyone why Ying Yu came to such a conclusion.

　　Even if you haven't entered the realm of heaven and man for a day, even if your skill is no less than that of a real master of heaven and man, or even a master of heaven and man, you may not be able to win the battle, but it is not!

　　He Zudao has a set of thirty-six strokes of Thunder Swordsmanship, each stroke has more than ten changes, but the strokes are finally exhausted.

　　The starlight from the falling stars was exhausted, and He Zudao's sword edge turned, just blocking the last move of Angry King Kong.

　　The phantom of the Star God was broken, and He Zudao's thin body reappeared, holding a long sword.

　　At the same time, the angry eyes of King Kong also burst open, and the three monks with yellow, white, and black faces appeared.

　　Jianyin rises again, and He Zudao counts every second. Between the electric light and flint, there are three swords in a row, which seem to be ordinary three swords, including the three masterpieces of piano, chess, and sword.

　　Even in such a dark environment, he can still exhaust the splendor of the world, as if holding down the three talents of heaven and earth in Taoist legends.

　　Even though Sandu communicated with each other and had a tacit understanding, but after all, he was not alone. Facing He Zudao's move, Du'er, who had the highest cultivation level, was better, and tried his best to parry with a long whip.

　　Overcoming tribulations, overcoming difficulties, but not having such a good ability to overcome Eer, dazzling sword lights fell on their necks in no particular order.

　　Rabbit rises and falcons fall, Kunlun's head He Zudao, the four masters of transcending tribulations, transcending disasters, and transcending difficulties, returned to the earth.

　　Except for Zhang Sanfeng, Ying Yu and a few others, the other martial arts heroes present were not aware of the secret battle that would decide the outcome.

　　Who's winning?

　　Seeing He Zudao and the others returning to the earth, the martial arts heroes all looked at them, not knowing how the battle would go.

　　Click!

　　Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the long whip that Du'er held in his hand made a crisp sound and broke into two pieces.

　　puff!

　　Then, when the two monks crossed the calamity, the naked necks of the two monks were sprayed with crystal clear blood. Just one inch further forward, their two bald donkey heads had to move.

　　call!call!call!

　　He Zudao's situation is not very good, even though his internal strength is strong, even higher than Sandu, but his aging body can't support such a high-intensity battle.

　　He was panting like a cow, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his withered body trembled slightly in the mountain wind.

　　Rao is so, the outcome is still clear at a glance.

　　"In the second battle, Sect Leader He Zudao wins!"

　　Xuanci could not have imagined that the three uncles who had high hopes were still defeated by the sword of He Zudao.

　　A ruddy face turned green and white, and finally returned to silence and said loudly.

　　"Brother He, hurry up!"

　　Zhang Sanfeng's figure flashed across the distance of a hundred meters, surpassing the limit of human physical ability, appeared beside He Zudao, and handed him a snow-white elixir.

　　One hand pressed on He Zudao's back, using his own pure inner strength to help He Zudao resolve the medicinal properties.

　　Among the Shaolin monks, Tiejian, Dabei, and Fangzheng rushed out of the group, and with all their hands and feet, they brought back Sandu, who was severely injured.

　　"Amazing!"

　　"The three saints of Kunlun are worthy of their name!"

　　"Back then, He Zudao went to Shaolin Temple to challenge, thanks to Zhang Zhenren's action. Otherwise, I am afraid that few people would be his opponents!"

　　"That's natural."

　　.........

　　The masters who were immersed in the earth-shattering battle between He Zudao and Sandu, at this moment Fang Ruwan woke up and started talking.

　　The harsh words were passed into the ears of the Shaolin monks, causing them to lose face.

　　"Amitabha!"

　　In the Shaolin camp, the melodious Buddha's name is sung again, which contains indescribable Zen.

　　Before the Buddha's name came down, a huge Huang Zhong Dalu appeared from the sky above the Shaolin camp, as if it were real.

　　The ancient bell swayed and played a unique bell ringing, which spread throughout the Wudang Mountains for thousands of miles, causing the heroes to stop talking, and no one dared to say more.

　　Some people with sharp words, their hearts trembled for no reason, and their internal breath was disordered, so that they didn't spit out a mouthful of blood.

　　God!

　　Just a Buddha's name has such power, everyone can't help but think that this has become a legendary realm.

　　Shaolin's thousand-year-old temple is indeed a hidden master of heaven and man!

　　Heavenly?

　　Ying Yu's expression changed slightly, and he compared the traces of his divine senses, which were better than those of heaven and man, with the ones he remembered.

　　It's too far!

　　But after a breath, Ying Yu came to a decision. Compared with Xiaoyaozi, Jing Tianming, Yue'er and others in his memory, although these descendants of heaven and man are in the same realm, their combat power and background are no different from the world.

　　tread!tread!tread!

　　A skinny old Shaolin monk wearing a green robe walked out. He was probably not a hundred years old, but eighty years old.

　　A face is covered with wrinkles that can trap flies, and the few sparse whiskers under the jaw are even more white.

　　His person revealed a kind of graceful bearing, and he was in the same dust as the light. He was not shocked by honor or shame, and his warm eyes contained wisdom, just like a monk who came out of the Buddhist scriptures.

　　This person is right in front of him, but everyone's pupils are constricted, and they don't dare to be careless, because except for Ying Yu, even Zhang Sanfeng and other high-level people can't lock his Qi! .

Chapter 178

　　"Infinite Heavenly Venerate!"

　　Zhang Sanfeng's expression froze, and his eyes did not leave the old monk's body.

　　With a single sound, the mountain was condensed into Wudang Mountain, and the legendary two turtles and snakes under the seat of Emperor Zhenwu appeared from the top of Zhang Sanfeng's head, facing Shaolin's Huang Zhongda Lu from afar.

　　"Dare to ask the master's name?"

　　Zhang Sanfeng knew that the opponent was the candidate for the third battle, and asked straight to the point~.

　　The old monk put his palms together leisurely, "Lao Na is no more than an ordinary sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple. If Zhenren Zhang doesn't dislike it, call Lao Na a sweeping monk - that's enough!"

　　Sweeper?

　　Who sweeps the floor - as good as you?

　　When the heroes heard this, many people couldn't help but curse.

　　"Junbao, be careful yourself." He Zudao's injuries were not minor, he took a deep breath, and carried his sword to Zixiao Palace, not forgetting to warn Zhang Sanfeng.

　　The Sweeping Monk and Zhang Sanfeng were standing in the square. Even an idiot would understand that they were the candidates for this third battle.

　　Suddenly, a whirlwind blew up, revolving around Zhang Sanfeng, waving up dust and green leaves floating to the top of the mountain.

　　The green leaves turn to yellow at a speed that is hard to see with the naked eye.

　　Behind the tall Zhang Sanfeng, there is a Taiji diagram of the interchange of Yin and Yang fish.

　　A black yin fish exhausts the energy of annihilation, and the white fish eye is the vitality bred in the death of annihilation; a white yang fish is full of life energy, and the black fish eye is the boundless life of a majestic life. Ushered in death.

　　The sweeping monk did not hesitate to give in, showing Yuan Ting Yuezhi's grand master bearing, boundless golden light overflowed from him, and a swastika symbol appeared behind him.

　　The golden swastika turned into a phantom image of Buddha, which was comparable to Zhang Sanfeng's Taiji diagram.

　　The two masters in the realm of heaven and man had not yet made a real shot, and the soles of their feet rose slowly, completely contrary to ordinary people's perception, and went straight to the vast sky.