Suoqiong was furious. "You are the king of teaching methods, so you can be a natural enemy?" A recruit "Wildfire Spring Breeze", the tip of the staff was picked and stabbed.
Wei Yixiao snapped a long sword and swept it away, and immediately recruited him to fight harder, but he saw that the staff was like a mountain of sword light, and it was inextricably linked. The poor wrist was amazing, and the iron turned and danced like a bowl. It was not amazing that the staff walked freely, and the Sha Fei stone walked well, while the Wei Yixiao sword walked lightly and the sword was like a rainbow.
Qi Yufeng see dizzy shake see sword to stick to both sides is a school into the hand trick one side is a little different.
Caution is about to spill blood and sand. Immediately, Qi Yufeng puts his hand on the sword, and Dastain carries two horns with his hands. While paying attention to the fighting field, he is also afraid to move.
After about half an hour, I saw that Wei Yixiao’s head was full of hot white gas, and Suoqiong’s foot-mixed azimuth offensive gradually slowed down. Qi Yufeng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Is King Wei Fa better?"
However, although the strength of Suoqiong’s staff is slow, it is much heavier than before. Wei Yixiao’s sword potential has gradually been forced by his staff force, and the situation seems to be getting more and more dangerous.
Qi Yufeng looked at it for a moment, first frowning, but then he found that Wei Yixiao’s sword skill was much better than that of Suoqiong, just trying to drain his strength. Immediately, he didn’t take it to heart and looked to one side.
There is a big lake next to several people’s fighting places, which is exactly what Qi Yufeng praised in his poem. He found a glacier in the northwest corner of the lake, like Tianhe, hanging upside down and pouring down from the top of the mountain. It is thought that because of the warmth of the earth, the ice layer is not as frozen as other glaciers. Although it still looks like small icebergs, more than half of it breaks into an ice pond, like a millstone, like marble chips, and is injected into the lake with melted snow. This is how the floating ice in the lake comes.
Qi Yufeng saw this great lake and thought of it in such a quiet and peaceful way, but today he is going to kill it.
Just then, I suddenly heard the footsteps tight. Looking back, Qi Yufeng saw another group of people climbing, and the first three people lined up in parallel. On both sides, the herdsmen dressed up. The man with a long knife slung over his waist was a Tibetan monk wearing a red cassock and a yellow peach-shaped monk’s hat. When the two herders arrived at the lake, they took a look at the fighting field and stopped quietly.
When the Chinese Tibetan monk saw the fire surrounding Zhuoqian Temple, he held Tibetan incense in his hand and walked to the front of Zhuoqian Temple without looking at the fighting field. He murmured and lit Tibetan incense and knelt down in the direction of the temple as if praying devoutly.
Then came a group of people, about five or six at most, some of whom were posh teenagers and some looked like them.
A rough and honest man seems to be a monk in Tianzhu, but he dresses up as a warrior in the Central Plains. When this gang arrives, they will see each other.
Wei Yixiao Suoqiong’s fight seems to be quite surprising, pointing and commenting on the gains and losses of tricks, but it’s just a rumor.
talk and laugh
"Ha, these two guys are usually good at fighting here. It’s quite quick that they came before us."
Before the words were finished, Suoqiong turned and shouted, provoked a stone and flew to the speaker, who called out "Good guy!" Throwing the stone into the valley with one hand and one support has a crashing sound.
Imagine Suoqiong waiting for his skill. He lifted this stone and weighed more than 100 kilograms. He was so energetic and anxious that the man was light.
In an airy way, it serves to show that martial arts are not weak. Qi Yufeng’s heart secretly muttered how so much force came.
High-skilled and grotesque figures
When the gang saw Suo Qiong’s kung fu, they dared not provoke him again. They all looked in the direction of Zhuoqian Temple and faintly laughed in the wind. "What is Bo Barrage like?"
"Why is this temple surrounded by fire?"
"If we want to win the top prize today, this division will not belong to their Kagyu faction."
These people can’t speak clearly, saying that their voices are getting smaller and smaller, and they can’t hear clearly.
Qi Yufeng’s heart was secretly surprised, but he said that he didn’t know which school of characters-Dazzling Sect (Sakya Sect), White Sect (Kagyu Sect) and Red Sect (Ningma Sect)-was in a mess enough. These characters actually contacted Tianzhu Sect, a master of Wulin in the Central Plains, but they didn’t know what the idea was.
Immediately, he looked back at the field and saw that Wei Yixiao seemed to turn a blind eye to what had just happened. He was absorbed in watching the fighting in the field. At this time, the advantages and disadvantages were even more obvious. Suoqiong’s crutches were as thick as the bowl, and they were like strange pythons, poisonous dragons and dragons flying. Every turn was roaring with a strong breeze, but when he saw Suoqiong’s figure in all directions, an iron turn was like turning dozens of shadows and covering Wei Yixiao in the middle, which was impenetrable.
But when I saw that the circle of Wei Yixiao’s sword strokes was shrinking, I saw a silver light jumping like a star pill.
Swinging endlessly, but his swordsmanship is also unique. Even so, Suoqiong Uighur can’t pass through that silver light. It seems that Wei Yixiao is still very tight despite the wind.
Qi Yufeng’s heart is still focused on the mountain. Suddenly, three healthy horses are rushing in. Although the face is still unclear, two of them are suspected of being Kagyu monks, while the other is wearing Sakya ornaments.
The group of people, except the Tibetan monk with yellow hat and red robe, are still kneeling and worshipping. When they see this monk, they can’t help cheering together. Don’t crowd into the entrance of the mountain to visit.
Qi Yufeng thought in his heart, "Is Master Bo Barrage back?"
I looked intently, but I saw that the three horses were getting closer and closer. Although the terrain was ups and downs, the three people’s bodies were actually very stable, like the flat ground. But I saw that suddenly the monk’s body was pulled up and caught the two people around him, and the three people fell obliquely and slowly like a feather.
Qi Yufeng couldn’t help admiring the monk’s martial arts, high strength and lightness skill, which has really reached an incredible level, and his curiosity has become more and more flourishing.
But seeing that the three people are getting closer and closer to the three people’s faces has been clearly seen. Qi Yufeng glanced at it and saw the face of the middleman. He couldn’t help shivering through his heart.
The two people beside him are Rinpoche and Lacan, who have been out of sight since accompanying Wei Yixiao and Qi Yufeng Mountain, and Wei greeted them. Even Wei Yixiao didn’t know that they had gone to the place to reappear at this time, but he didn’t feel anything.
However, the Chinese monk is only about 50 years old, slim and elegant. If he is not a bald monk’s robe, he is a life-long monk. When he opens his eyes, his eyes are glittering and translucent, and his eyes are shining in the sun. Isn’t it that Qi Yufeng once fought Zhu Bajiacuo and was a human being?
Qi Yufeng heart way, he was torn apart by Dong Fangbubai, and he couldn’t die any more. His treasure was carved up by Shaolin, Wudang, himself and Qu Fei-yan, and even Yukikaze became his own god beast. How did he look so good here today?
This time crosses the original self, but it turns out that anyone can travel through time except Yingying?
Immediately he looked at this familiar face and felt a trance in his heart.
Besides, it’s even better that Zhu Bajiacuo just showed his martial arts. Did he lead me here to steal my Changbai Sword Sutra and take my sword? Or is there another plot to point to the west coolness?
Only to see that "Zhu Bajiacuo" was pale with a little smile on his mouth. When he fell to the ground, regardless of the people, the monks bowed down to make it easier for hundreds of people to take a look at Qi Yufeng first. Qi Yufeng felt a chill in his heart and cried some chills and gripped the sword in his hand.
His heart was really surprised and surprised, but what was the reason for this "Zhu Bajiacuo" coming back from the dead? He was suddenly listening to that Suoqiong screaming and looking up, only to see that Suoqiong’s face was like paper, and his hands and feet trembled and he retreated three steps in succession. Wei Yixiao’s rest on the spot was instant, and the two had already divided the outcome.
Qi Yufeng looked back and said, "Who is this person?"
Dastain said, "Isn’t this Master Bo Barrage?"
Qi Yufeng sighed in his heart, and this wave of Barrage actually looked exactly the same as Zhu Bajia’s measures. It was a tangled injustice.
Just then, suddenly, a Lama Avenue, which has been motionless like a wax figure, "Master Bo Barrage hasn’t seen you for 30 years, can you be well?"
Qi Yufeng heard this and suddenly a shock in his heart said that this popular kung fu was no less than Dastain, but it was also a rival.
Bo Barrage smiled at the man. "Master Langri Tangba has always been well?"
Master Langri Tangba suddenly jumped out of the horse and said, "I heard that you want to give Tubo to the Han people to imitate the story of master pandita of Sakya, but I want to see if you have this qualification."
He said this without saying much, and immediately flew up and walked through the sky with one hand to grasp the skill of Master Bo Barrage. Qi Yufeng’s eyes were really superior, and he couldn’t help looking toward the man. At this time, he saw that the monk wearing a yellow hat was kneeling on the ground, and his body suddenly flashed like a storm. Master Lang Ri Tangba was a palm. Master Lang Ri Tangba saw that he was about to catch Bo Barrage with one hand, but he couldn’t help but scream and retreat.
Qi Yufeng has a keen eye. He didn’t know how old he was when he saw that the monk was dressed in a cowardly bag. But now he turned around and saw that he was only twenty years old, like he was younger than himself, and the palm of his hand was the magic of the "big handprint" in the secret. Although it was a sneak attack, it shows that everyone’s demeanor is even more subtle than his own.