"The monk from India?" Jiu Jianxian narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiumokong for a while, nodded slightly and said, "The master's spiritual energy is like the sea, his charm is restrained, and he is no less than that of the great compassionate Mingzong Zen Master Qianye, who is worthy of being from the place where Buddhism arose."

"Qianye has been defeated by the little monk"

A smile appeared on the corner of Jiumokong's mouth.

"I lost to you." Jiu Jianxian looked at Jiu Mokong in surprise and asked, "How long has it been?"

"Two incense sticks"

Jiumokong became more and more dull, as if it was not very difficult to defeat Zen Master Qianye.

The Jiu Jianxian was very shocked. Zen Master Qianye was the number one master in the Middle Land Buddhism. He chased his senior brother, Sword Saint, and actually only supported two incense sticks under this Indian monk.

this!

this!

This monk brags!

"As for you"

Jiumok paused for a moment.

"How am I?"

Jiu Jianxian looked at Jiu Mokong casually.

"It's better to meet than to be famous. If you lose yourself, you'll be more than enough for an incense stick."

Jiumo is in the air and the wind is light and the clouds are light.

"you!"

Although I am used to being content with the situation and being so despised by the other party, the Jiujianxian is still very unhappy.

"You are proud enough to be able to support a hundred tricks under the monk. There are not many people in this world who can beat the monk."

Jiumokong stood up and spoke wildly, but he gave people a feeling of being taken for granted.

"Arrogant"

The wine sword immortal pointed to a gun and shot through the sky.

I saw a silver sword light breaking out of the air, as if to cut the void in half.

Jiumokong waved his hand and stood a ten-foot-wide sword shield to block the sharp sword.

However, Shili Slope was cut off half and turned into Wuli Slope. Countless mud and sand, stones rolled down, and the scene was spectacular.

Jiu Jianxian snorted coldly, stepped on the void, and instantly a thousand meters.

Jiumokong followed up and rushed into the dark sky.

"The Sword of the Yuanshen"

"The Sword of the Yuanshen"

The two used the same attack method.

The difference is that Jiumokong used a small golden sword and the Jiuxian sword used by the Jiuxian Immortal.

In just a few breaths, the sword energy of the two men stormed, and the void was torn apart, revealing a large crack in the dark space.

Of course, this space crack is higher than the level of the broken void, and is not too far away. It is on the earth and the sky, and it is on the earth and on the sky.

Within dozens of miles around, whether it is an ordinary animal or a spiritual animal, they all ran away in a snail. This is the premise that the two of them flew high enough, otherwise it would be more destructive.

Fortunately, this area is in the wilderness, otherwise it would have caused considerable casualties among civilians.

On the Ten Miles Slope, Xiaotian planned to escape, but struggled for a while, but there was no result. He had to give up and was flooded with mud and sand in a blink of an eye.

"When will the Taoist priest come?"

Xiaotian's spiritual fluctuations came from the mud and sand.

It turned out that like King Chan, he deliberately pretended to be ignorant.

After the golden sword and the wine fairy sword collided in the void, they returned their own way.

"You have secretly learned my Shushan sword-controlling technique?"

The wine sword fairy questioned her, her voice was as thunderous as thunder.

"How can a monk be considered stealing? When the little monk passed by Shushan, he just took a look from afar and remembered it in his heart. If you want to blame him, he can only blame the little monk for being too talented."

Jiumokong was not ashamed, but proud.

"Absurd, do you think you are the first in the ages, handsome, elegant, and wise as the sea of ​​Taoist Cao, and can learn sword control in one go. Hum, Jiumokong, today, I will let you see the real sword control in your eyes."

After the Jiu Jianxian finished speaking, he used the third sword-controlling technique, the Ten Thousand Swords Technique.

"Boom!"

Countless sword energy was sprayed out of his body for no cost, purely composed of essence spiritual energy. Each sword energy was about a foot long, and a terrible cold light flashed on the blade, which seemed extremely sharp, as if it was a real short sword.

"There will be the little monk."

Jiumokong suddenly exposed the fact that he had been secretly learning Shushan sword-controlling techniques for a long time.

After all, everything else is fine. The Wanjian Art cannot be practiced overnight.

Boom, small swords composed of sword energy spurted out from his body, forming a dense attack sword net, covering hundreds of meters of space around it with no vitality.

"Hmph, Thousand Swords Return to the Sect, Storm Sword Dragon."

The Jiu Jianxian took a step forward, and his hands instantly drew a hundred times across the sky. The countless sword energy around him seemed to meet his ancestors, all gathered behind him like a torrent, forming an extremely terrifying storm tornado.

Obviously, it was his innovating based on the Ten Thousand Swords Technique.

Although he is a casual person on weekdays, it is undeniable that the Jiujianxian is an extremely genius, otherwise he would not have created a super magical technique like the Jiujiu Curse.

With a loud bang, the storm tornado pushed over with a loud noise that shook the sky.

"The little monk also gains something occasionally."

Facing the attack of the Jiujianxian like a sea of ​​attacks, Jiumokong's face remained unchanged, the monk's robe swollen, and his two overly large and drooping ears drifted in the wind. He saw his hands slashing out, and thousands of sword energy around him gathered wildly, and finally gathered into an extremely long giant sword, and the oppressed void was trembling.

At the moment the storm tornado came, he slashed down.

"Boom!"

The giant sword, which is a thousand meters long and dozens of meters wide, slashed on the storm and tornado, its sound soared into the sky, and its momentum was as thunderous as thunder.

"Boom"

The seemingly violent and stunning destructive storm tornado collapsed after less than half a stick of incense.

The extremely surging giant sword, carrying the power of victory, slashed towards the Jiujian Immortal.

"receive"

The wine sword immortal, who was in a cold sweat, drew out his hands and recalled the dispersed sword energy to block it, but everything seemed irreversible.

Three thousand meters.

Two thousand meters.

Five hundred meters.

The giant sword came to the front of the Jiujianxian with a powerful force.

"Sky Sword"

The Wine Sword Immortal spit out two words.

His whole body turned into a golden sword, flowing divine light, as if it was really a sword.

It turned out that he did not tell the truth to Cao Yi, he mastered the fourth style of sword control.

Boom, a huge crack was torn open from the dome, and the terrifying sword energy descended on the Great Sword of the Wine Sword Immortal turned into a golden sword.

The giant sword was shaken off on the spot and turned into nothingness.

"puff"

The Jiujianxian vomited a mouthful of blood and almost burst into pieces of void.

The two were so weak that the Jiujianxian fell to the ground.

It turned out that he did not really master the fourth style of sword control technique, but just used it forcibly.

The huge crack on the dome suddenly disappeared, and the terrifying sword energy seemed to have never appeared before.

Jiumokong was startled and looked at the sky for a while, but there was no movement. He looked back at the Jiujianxian who was about to fall to the ground and said with great satisfaction: "I didn't expect that Shushan's unique skills could only be fully utilized by the little monk."

Boom! With a thunderous impact, the Jiujianxian landed on the ground, and the dust was flying. The Jiujianxian was holding his right hand on the ground and barely fell to the ground.

"Shushan Sword Immortal Sword Saint is known as the double walls of the Middle Earth. The Sword Saint avoids fighting. The Sword Immortal is simply a frightened reputation."

Jiumokong's arrogant voice floated in the void.

"The master can be said to be very good."

A light voice came from the sky.

Jiumokong suddenly turned around, his eyes lit up, as if he was about to overcome all the illusions.
Chapter completed!