The orange sword light collided with the white sword light, and a sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

The silk thread on Chen Lang's feet then loosened, and the strong tremor suddenly stopped. Xiaoqing, who was fighting with all his strength, suddenly became unbalanced. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. His body suddenly leaned back. The silk thread in his hand had no time to withdraw and drifted in the air.

"Xiaoqing!" Kunnu took back his sword and supported Xiaoqing.

Chen Lang was in front of him, his clothes were cracked, and his chest was covered in blood. He obviously suffered a serious injury.

He kicked back several steps back, and was held back by the head of Sect Chen behind him.

President Chen frowned, and pointed at Chen Lang's chest in a few points, took out a small bottle of medicine, bounced his nails a little on his chest, and then gave him an oral pill.

"You are too careless! If the opponent hadn't collected the sword, it would be hard to say whether you still have life or not."

"Uncle Master..." Chen Lang recovered, "I don't know how to learn skills well, so I ask my uncle to punish me."

Chief Chen shook his head and said, "It's not your fault. This woman and you are equally powerful, but her swordsmanship is ten times better than you. Your mind is all about that little girl, and she will naturally lose to her attack."

Chen Lang's injury was not serious and did not damage his vitality. He recovered quickly after taking the medicine. He pointed at Kun Nu and said angrily: "Shameless female liu knew that she was sneak attacking and came to fight me with Sanjuhe!"

After saying that, he rushed up, shot his sword in his hand and headed straight for Kunnu.

The leader Chen behind reminded: "Be careful of the sword in her hand!"

Seeing Chen Lang coming to attack, Kunnu had to put Xiaoqing flat on the ground and greet him with a sword.

The two fought together.

I saw them, one sword and one sword, the sword was like a tiger going down the mountain, and the sword was like a flying phoenix in the sky. When the sword came, white light shone. When the sword came, purple light continued. The sword wind and tiger roared and the sword energy roared and the phoenix sang in the sky.

In an instant, only sword lights and sword shadows were left, and the world was filled with slaughter.

Chen Lang and Kunnu had the same magic power, but the gap in swordsmanship and swordsmanship gradually emerged. After fighting for a while, he was a little disappointed, and the sight of the leader Chen behind him shook his head repeatedly.

Monk Guangji next to Master Chen said, "Let the little disciple go up and help you."

Master Chen did not object, and Monk Guangji said to the monk who had just gone to pick up the Xuanming Banner: "Pulan, go and help Senior Brother Chen with his help."

Monk Pulan agreed and jumped out, and suddenly there was a crescent shovel in his hand, about to fight against Kunnu with Chen Langqi.

Suddenly, he heard a roar: "What a shameless monk. Do you want to fight one or two? The family is here to accompany you!"

A bald monk also jumped out here, but Yuanjue stopped Monk Pulan.

Yuanjue had been helping the Dharma Zhou to take the Zen Staff. Since he said he wanted to return to the secular world and turned to the Huanghuaguan gate, the Zen Staff was returned to the Dharma Zhou. At this moment, he jumped out and found a demon-subduing pestle from somewhere, and started fighting with Pulan.

These two monks, one is the crescent-moon bodhidharma shovel, the heavy weapons in the silhouette, the slashing and smashing, and the momentum is heavy. The other is the Vajra Demon-subduing Pestle, the Tantric Dharma Protector, the iron of the iron, the thorns and knocking, and the gods and ghosts are shattered.
Chapter completed!