Li Ji glanced at Bu Lian and said, "In this way, I'll have a hard time playing the first game!"

Li Ji had confidence in making such arrangements. Although he didn't know much about Lotus Monk, he had met many times, contacted, talked, and fought together. Therefore, he still had some understanding of this young monk with a gentle and peaceful appearance. In fact, he had some understanding of the scheming monk. Such people think too much and always think of a complete plan, so he would never put him and Leopard in the first place!

He needs to use these two kings at the most critical moment!

Others, with Senior Sister Bu Lian exceeding her peers' strength, they win steadily!

After all, he is a native of Xuanyuan, so of course he should be the Xuanyuan matter. Planning for several brothers is a matter of duty. Letting them avoid the two king bombs and safely absorb the spirits outside the world is the kingdom. As for the death and injury of the Taoist sect, it is nothing to do with him!

Not long after, the sound of clouds and chimes came in the sky, and a spirit outside the world floated from the extreme heights and circled down.

Bu Lian nodded to the others, "I'll come when I go!"

The lights flashed, and the man and the sword came out together. On the other side of the Buddhist temple, a fat monk had a green lotus on his head and a huge Zen stick in his hand, turning into a clear light, and they were not slow at all. The two of them fought in an instant under the sky of the spirits outside the world.

As a sword cultivator of the killing vein, Bu Lian is not good at differentiating sword light, but the killing vein has its own tricks. Every time they draw a sword, they pay attention to the sword without regrets and leave no room for room. It seems that each sword is the last sword in their life.

After dozens of breaths, Bu Lian suddenly raised his fingers and used his fingers to make a trick. There was a crack in the sky. A sword light slashed down like lightning where the clouds were deep. It was the long-simmering technique of the sky. When the sword light appeared, it was as huge as a cloud, and when it fell, it was as small as silk, but the power contained in it remained unstoppable. Instead, it became extremely sharp and unstoppable because of its extreme condensation.

The monk's face was calm and knew that this sword was difficult to connect, so he blew the green lotus on his head, and his light shot out toward the falling flying sword. This collision was like spring thunder, or like a huge wave slamming the stone, and the aftermath sounded endlessly.

The green lotus was dim and the sword light disappeared, but the monk's face changed slightly. The Zen stick in his hand was a stick-like shape. The secret mantra on the stick was rotated like a treasure wheel and Buddha light under the sharp influx of Buddha power. It collided with the hidden sword that suddenly appeared behind him. It couldn't help but swell up blood. It took a few steps forward to barely offset the huge impact force.

Kongyue Killing Sword, used in Bu Lian's hand without any trace of smoke and dust.

Bu Lian's expression remained unchanged, as if he knew that this series of double-clicks might not be able to do anything to this monk. As early as after Kongyue Killing Sword was released, he silently moved his mind, let his hand be more erect, and shouted,

"disease!"

The aftermath of the sword light of the Qingming Technique in the Sky, coupled with the scattered sword light of the Kongyue Killing Sword, suddenly gathered in the air, rotating like a wheel, attacking the monk who was unable to defend, and his big head was cut off from the rotating sword wheel, and shouting while rolling,

"Good swordsmanship!"

Heart plate! Gathering swords in an inexplicable place is the most famous sword technique in the killing lineage.

Bu Lian pulled out his body again, raised his hand and snatched it. The spirit outside the world had fallen into his hand. He swept down with his sword and bowed to everyone.

"Bu Lian is lucky to be unfair to his fate!"

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The Lotus Monk's face was as usual, and the flower back next to him seemed a little violent. The Taoist sect made a big fuss, and the monks were dying.

"That man is the Bu Lian, a sword in Xuanyuan. The old sword that has accumulated over hundreds of years is only under the crow. It is normal for us to lose, and it is nothing special. Among Taoism, there are not many people with such strength." Lianhua comforted.

Huabei said disdainfully: "Only under that crow? I don't think there is anything surprising. If I go up and pour in a scent, I will send her back to the west!"

Lianhua smiled and said, "Why bother to hurry up? The good show is still coming!"

He did not say a big word. In the following two battles, Buddhist disciples all got the spirits outside the world and returned. A ascetic monk from Dajue Temple, a precept monk from Qianzhao Temple, and two Taoist monks were killed and injured, namely Taiqing monks and Yuqing monks, which made Taiqing, who had always claimed to be the leader of the Taoist sect, very embarrassed.

In fact, there is not much controllable space for how to sort the battle. One of the important principles is that you have to give each sect a chance to fight once, right?

The ghost harp looked at Li Ji. Li Ji understood his thoughts and advised:

"A thousand birds are in the forest, it's better to have a bird in your hand. Brother Qin should find an opportunity to go there. Don't always think about lotus flowers and flowers. In this sorting, there is no rule. How can we control it?"

Li Ji was also kind-hearted. The angry young man from Qin Sect was a little interesting. He didn't want such a monk to be ruined by Buddhism. In terms of strength, the cruelty of the flower back and the hidden lotus flower are probably not something that the current ghost Qin can handle. Looking at Xuanyuan's brothers,

"Including you, Lotus and Flower Back may choose to exert force in the second half, so try to make the move in the first half. After all, getting the spirit outside the world is the king, and some other methods are used to solve the problem."

Wu Xixing asked, "Where are you?"

Li Ji smiled, "I'm waiting for that leopard, there must be an explanation for the death of Senior Brother Doraemon. Where can we calculate this account? I don't want to go to the Kawagakuen Plateau after going back..."

Wu Xixing said firmly: "Then I will wait for it with you. I may miss it alone!"

Ping Jin said weakly, "If the beast does not end, may you still wait? There are no opportunities for spirits outside the world..."

Wu Xingxi smiled indifferently, "It's okay, we are young, we can wait! It's just once a hundred years. Brother Li and I want it, so who can stop me?"

Li Ji smiled bitterly. This junior brother has such a great courage, but it is also a big truth. They are only 100 years old this year. Compared with the lifespan of the Jindan for nearly 600 years, they are indeed very young. What is it if they wait for another hundred years?

But this hatred cannot be waited! This is Xuanyuan’s tradition!

The ghost harp stopped insisting and found an opportunity to go on stage. He easily obtained the spirit outside the world, but he failed to kill the opponent. Perhaps because Lianhua had given instructions, the monk on the other side simply admitted his loss when he saw that he was out of control, which made the murderous ghost qin very disappointed.

Five hours passed, and the competition had lasted half. During this period, a total of thirteen spirits from outside the realm descended, Taoism took eight and Buddhism took five. It sounded like Taoism won a great victory, but in fact it was not.

Except for Li Ji and Wu, almost all the experts in the Taoist camp have appeared. There is no way out. The Taoist camp has too many people, and whoever is not, of course they rely on their strength to speak. Some people with strength do not want to delay until the end, because they are afraid that there will be more variables in the future, so they are rushing to play.
Chapter completed!