In the flash of lightning, although Zhang Fengmo was surprised, he had no time to stop. Moreover, he glimpsed the Great Governor Long Junchen with the time he was fighting with Zhuang Ze. Zhang Fengmo had no time to think too much, just to weaken Zhuang Ze's strength before the Great Governor launched the last attack.

However, Zhang Fengmo's eyes suddenly captured an extremely subtle detail. At the edge of Zhuang Ze's hands, a faint golden inscription flashed and darkened, and a circle of golden luster appeared, dizzying on Zhuang Ze's palms and arms, as if it was the sacred ripples brought by the Buddha's aura when he was reborn.

Long Junchen looked at Buzhihuo Zhuangze's hands, which seemed to be covered with gold edges, and his pupils suddenly shrank, and the Adam's apple rolled around with difficulty. A flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but think of the time when he was in the Crow Mansion. When he was fighting with Yamamoto Kuichiro, the latter also used chanting poems and chantings and bell tower drums to provide himself with a steady stream of scripture power. Those mysterious scriptures can actually produce such powerful power. It seems that behind the purple unicorn, I'm afraid there is really a connection with Buddha and Bodhisattva. As for why the Bodhisattva helps the evil, this is something Long Junchen cannot know.

With a light "bang", Long Junchen's thoughts were heard, and he had already handed over there!

It was like an egg shell gently touching a small stone. Zhuang Ze's gilded hands trembled slightly, and his right finger touched the blade without warning. A finger that looked light and fluttering had no force. In fact, just when the finger fell on the blade of the blood-red sword, in just a moment, Zhang Fengmo's scarlet-red one-eyed eye seemed to burst open. He only felt a powerful force transmitted from the blade to the hilt, and then to his palm. The tiger's mouth holding the hilt collapsed instantly, and blood burst out like a stream of blood!

After several light sounds, Zhang Fengmo's eyes began to bleed, and blood began to bleed out of his nostrils. Unexpectedly, the remaining four fingers of Huo Zhuangze's right hand fell one by one, rhythmically, on the blade of the blood-red sword in sequence. It seemed elegant and unconventional, but in fact it was as fast as lightning. Every finger went up, Zhang Fengmo's body would tremble violently and twitch like a spasm, as if it was suffering great pain!

When Wuzhihuo Zhuangze's five fingers all fell on the blade, the quiet air between heaven and earth seemed to tremble twice, and the golden light color on the edge of Zhuangze's palms suddenly became thicker, and then disappeared in a very short moment, becoming dimmed again. The golden palms changed back to all the flesh color of ordinary people, but were slightly pale. Apart from this, there was no abnormality.

Five powerful forces, five with the golden color of Buddha seals, disappeared from Zhuang Ze's hands with these five finger pressures, and then were injected into the heavy and solid blade of the blood-red sword. Then, through the blade, it quickly defeated the bloody aura wrapped around it, and attacked Zhang Fengmo's shaking body. The blade seemed to be buzzing like resistance, and his body began to tremble slightly at the same time.

Long Junchen frowned, quickly turned around and gave up the idea of ​​directly attacking Zhuang Ze, because he could see that Zhang Fengmo was about to lose his life. The blood in his right hand was like a rushing river water flowing downwards, and his seven orifices began to bleed out, as if he would fall down like a broken kite in the next second.

Long Junchen's heart moved slightly, changed his figure, and stood directly behind Zhang Fengmo. He shook his palms and then slapped Zhang Fengmo's back together. He roared angrily, and a light blue phantom of light slowly appeared behind him. At the same time, a continuous stream of dragon pattern power began to pour into Zhang Fengmo's body along Long Junchen's arm.

In an instant, Zhang Fengmo felt that the meridians that were about to collapse were forcibly unblocked, as if a powerful torrent had fluttered the blocked blood vessels. The dried blood began to move again. The dying energy no longer planned to surrender, but rotated rapidly. Seeing that Zhang Fengmo's expression had eased a little, Long Junchen did not dare to hold back at all, and continued to exert force. Through Zhang Fengmo's body, countless dragon pattern powers were transported into Zhang Fengmo's arms holding the blood-red sword, making his arms become like iron cast, holding the hilt of the knife, and continued to cut across. The blade moved down three centimeters, and the sword force was extremely powerful!

At this time, the sharp blade was only a few inches away from Wuzhi Zhuangze's cheeks. The sharp blade almost scraped off Zhuangze's eyelashes. It was at this moment that his left hand, covered with golden light, slowly fell down. As the scriptures sighed, they finally touched the blood-red sword.

Ten fingers fell, and the moment the last tail finger gently lifted the blade, Zhang Fengmo and Long Junchen standing behind him suddenly felt a powerful force, a golden Buddha light slapped himself along the blade like a tide dozens of feet high. Zhang Fengmo's body began to tremble violently again, and the wound that had already relieved and stopped bleeding gushed out again, and his clothes were stained with blood, just like the moss on the reefs in the tide, which would be washed away at some point.

At this time, the blade was so close that it could not be closer. The cold light on the blade was still one inch away from Zhuang Ze's face, but it was hard to move forward. The purple Qilin's absolute confidant, pressing the long blood-red knife with his fingers, was like holding a bamboo flute, ready to lower his head and blow lightly. It was so comfortable, and it was like ten powerful iron pliers, clamping the sharp blade hard without giving in.

Time seems to be still, but in fact it only takes a second to stay. The picture is very elegant, but in fact it will become extremely dangerous in the next second.

The golden wave began to sway, and a more fierce tide followed the first tide and slapped towards the black reef on the shore. Zhuang Ze's fingers tightened, hitting the moss on the reef. The moss began to tremble and began to peel off.

Zhang Fengmo's eyes turned black and he groaned, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest, his breath was unstable, and his meridians were disordered. A mouthful of blood spurted out. The blood spurted out turned into blood mist, and followed by his stern shout! The blood mist fell quietly on the blood-red long sword that could not be continued to be slashed. The ancient patterns on the blood-red long sword became shining brightly.

"Puff————" Another mouthful of blood, forcing all the blood in the body out, fighting with life was Zhang Fengmo's best way of fighting and his last trump card. Long Junchen instilled an energy into it, slightly alleviating Zhang Fengmo's broken heart vein that strongly shook the essence and blood. An extremely gorgeous blood-colored light burst out from the blade that recorded blood, instantly burning the blood mist, the blood color was like a needle, and it pierced directly into the face of Buzhihuo Zhuangze.
Chapter completed!