The three orthodox ghost valleys in the Jianghu, the ancient Wu Tianzong Zen Temple, except the ghost valley, the other two have Jianghan sworn enemies, but they are the enemies of the whole Jianghu!
Jianghan observed Chueh-hui’s reaction, saying that the two old monks knew that it was hard to say that when Yan Luowang came, Jianghan had to ponder over whether the so-called 200-year-old orthodox Buddhist temple of compassion had rotted to the roots!
Su ~ su ~ su ~ su ~ su ~ su!
That is to say, Jianghan hesitated for a moment, and it was hard to get together with the remaining 35 fighting forces, namely, Yoga Blue, to re-form the leading edge of the sword, and this time it was straight for him and it was a slaying heart!
"Jianghan be careful!" Wake up behind your heart.
Jianghan heart slightly fiercely sneer at "said you don’t deserve to play sword today let you see what is the real kendo! Knot? Play with the mud, big monk! "
"I don’t know if I live or die!" Big monks lang drink a way
Jianghan has been confined to the mouth, and the two-foot Qingfeng is clenched in his hand. This breath suddenly condenses.
All the Jianghu people and monks smelled an unusual smell, and suddenly someone exclaimed, "Is he trying to …"
Qingfeng sword hands and feet stand on the ground, and the sword refers to the flood of Jianghan body in the sky, such as the flood of the river, and the external wind moves with it
A gentle wave rose in the wind, and Jianghan seemed to be like a man and a sword. Suddenly, he moved into the sky, jumped several feet, and plunged straight to the sword leader of the plough array. He tried to shake the plough array by himself!
"This is? ！”
"Isn’t this the sword trick of the white swordsman who broke the plough array decades ago?"
"Who? Which white swordsman? "
"Who else is a sword idiot?"
Boom
Sharp-eyed!
Two-foot Qingfeng black dragon rolled thirty-six swords in collusion, and the two violently collided with thirty-six swords, but the spirit did not disperse. Jianghan held two-foot Qingfeng in his hand and stepped back dozens of steps to fall on the edge of Baimaping stone steps!
The two sides turned out to be four or six, and Jianghan alone was slightly inferior and unscathed.
Jianghan stood somewhat disappointed and shook his head. "It’s a pity that I’m still a genius, but I didn’t want to learn the sword and fur of Mo’s predecessors. This kind of power didn’t even reach the goal of beheading Gong Sunlong at the beginning!"
The mighty words clearly entered the ears of every monk. In front of the rivers and lakes, Jianghan hit the Zen Temple. This slap is not unkind!
"Only ten percent capability? How is it possible! "
On the occasion of the shock of the Jianghu people, at this time, a thick madness rumbled over and heard someone say boldly, "You little stinker, don’t flatter yourself! Ten percent skill? I’ve seen you draw a tiger dog with this sword just now, but if you do it yourself, don’t mention the thirty hairs in front of you. Even the two big bald heads on the stone steps together, I can lift their flat peaks with a sword and behead the plastic golden bald donkey’s head! "
Jianghan’s scalp is numb. Who is crazier in this world than Mo Jinghong? No one can be found except Mo Jinghong!
And this malicious person who has never seen anyone speak out before is not the elusive Mo Jinghong, but who else!
Volume 6 Kang Long has regrets Chapter 529 Jing Hong!
The long whistle didn’t stop! There was a loud noise on Zen Temple Mountain, and a white smoke curled up. In the smoke, a figure was gathering momentum, and if it thundered, it would take a blink of an eye to reach Baimaping.
The shadow falling from the sky seems like a comet, but it falls to the ground like a feather and falls lightly to the white horse in the middle of the Baimaping pool.
Everyone looked intently and turned out to be a bad old man in a tattered brown robe.
Sixty or seventy years old, ugly.
He carry an ancient harp as tattered as his robe on his back, and his body is full of beautiful hair with the wind.
If it weren’t for his wrong way of admission, the old man would have died with one foot in the coffin.
"It’s him!"
Nine-fingered Shenni Huanghai Jinzhong Zhong Yi walks. The body of Wang Yu, a hawk in southern Tibet, suddenly shakes.
More than a year ago, on the night of the first funeral vigil of the ox in Laohuai Village, the aliens attacked. In addition, Jianghan was dissatisfied with Gu Wu’s martial arts and threw all the former masters to kill Jiang’s mourning hall.
There are many famous bloodthirsty shura knives that make several Jianghu experts smell the color change, and the snow peak eats the soul bell, and the Tianshan magic camel is hard to say, but that night’s surprise is gone!
First, the master died in that strange piano, and then the magic camel was shocked. It was hard to say that it was just a sword, but the shura knife was a shocking world war I, and it was only a sword idiot who left two swords. The third sword was directly split into two petals
It’s hard to wait for the shocking scene that night. Yu Baimei and others can see clearly who this man is in front of them on the hill opposite Jiang’s mansion. They know that they are shocked by this person at this time and are speechless for a long time.
Does Chueh-hui know Mo Jinghong?
I think it’s because when the old man with a broken piano stood on the horse’s head of Baimaping Zen machine, the faces of the two big monks were already ugly to the extreme.
Worry, anxiety, shock, several complex emotions, and disturbance. The two Buddhas, who are known as the century-old right path in Jianghu and the orthodox Zen Buddhist Temple, actually show their fear.
Although the fear passed away, it was real for that moment.
On the night of hard old Huai village, he and Zhong Yixing were with them. Who is this old man? He naturally recognized him at a glance.
It’s more than those Jianghu people who were surprised by Mo Jinghong’s white clothes. They haven’t stirred up the Jianghu yet, and Mo Jinghong has been silent for decades. At this time, they suddenly appeared and they naturally didn’t recognize it with a broken piano on their backs.
Pointing at the old man whose horse’s head is swaying with the wind, I’m talking about it. Please call for reinforcements.
Jianghan is also mentally disturbed. He didn’t expect to disappear from Laohuai Village for almost a year. Old Mo will come to Zen Temple in this situation today. He thought that today’s situation should be like a wrap-up. Now it seems that there is no need to worry. Mo Jinghong can poke a hole in the sky with a sword. What is a Zen Temple?
"The lesson of the predecessors is that the younger generation’s recklessness almost humiliated the elder’s swordsmanship, but it doesn’t seem that no one recognized it and it won’t ruin the elder’s reputation."
Mo Jinghong’s head is too lazy to return to laziness. "Smelly little talk to the old man. I don’t know what sex you have?" You just want me to help you bully! I should have promised the ox before he died. After he died, you made three swords, and the old locust vigil counted as one sword. Today, it counts as half a sword, and I will help you make one and a half swords in the future! "
"Half a sword?" Jianghan doubts
Mo Jinghong slurped and disdained, "These bald heads are worth half a sword."
Jianghan’s eyebrows trembled!
What is madness?
Compared with the uncle in front of him, his wild words were instantly smashed into slag, which is really crazy!
Mo Jinghong didn’t shy away from this. Jianghan heard the people around him, and Jianghu people also heard it. Even if it was a little farther ahead, it was only a few hundred, but it was well known.
"It’s crazy! But who the hell is this old man? When I came, those rich breath charms were by no means the names of my nationality! "
"Yes, but no matter where this old couple came from, the beard of Zen Temple is not so easy to stroke!"
Chueh-hui, the host of Zen master, looks even uglier next to him, but it seems that they dare to be angry and dare not speak.
Mo Jinghong ignored the people on the stone steps, but rushed to the white horse’s back to break the piano and hug it. "Giving you a chance to live is also your only chance to live. Do you want it?"
Hard to surly fear looking at that figure and not talking.
A big monk next to him asked him in a low voice, "Brother abbot, do you know that man?"
Hard is still no answer.
Mo Jinghong smiled.
"And if the thirty-five swords around you can be close to my side, you will not die! Do you give up this opportunity to kill yourself on the spot or fight for it? "
Wow!
Mo Jinghong’ s words exclaimed and shocked one after another.