Chapter 452: Buddha's heart sees evil

Xiao Se remembered that moonlit night, a white monk's unintentional stepping on the eaves, drenched in the cold moonlight, suddenly smiled up to the sky, his long sleeves fluttered, and he flew into the wind.
"I want to ride the wind northward, and the Xueluo Xuanyuan is as big as a seat.
I want to take a boat to swim east, and Fairy Chuoyue stands in the wind.
I want to walk thousands of miles in the clouds and listen to the dragon chants high in the temple.
The Palace of Kunlun is soaking up the sun, and the sea is desperate to see the green mountains.
Changfeng Wanliyan returns, no one will return without seeing Tianya! "
The monk closed his sleeves, looked down at himself, and said seriously: "I won't die, I still have a lot of places to go."
The original picture appeared in Xiao Se's eyes, and then a purple light flashed.
The magical powers of Raksha Hall. Demon lead.
On the other side, Lei Wujie's set of boxing techniques was so powerful that he was alive and well. He has been practicing swords day by day for a period of time, but he has never forgotten to play this great Arhat Fumo King Kong invincible magical powers every day. There was an ordinary monk who fought the dragon king boxing for fifty years to get fire from the ashes, on the stone. Flowering, and what's more, Lei Wujie's training is originally a true magical power with great profound meaning!
Wuxin's long sleeves flew, and although Lei Wujie fisted like a godly aid, he still couldn't wear his two white sleeves. Lei Wujie said loudly to Xiao Se: "Xiao Se, come and help me!"
Xiao Se raised his hand and said in a deep voice, "Heaven Slash!"
"Do you think you can combine swords with one person, and you can come with a sword?" Ji Xue kicked the sword at his feet with an angry kick, and flew towards Xiao Se. Xiao Se took the long sword and leaned forward. Before, he shouted: "Break his defenses."
Inside the city of Apocalypse, wailing was everywhere.
Xie Xuanzheng rushed towards Yong'an Palace with Wuchan, Minghou and Yueji.
Minghou asked: "Why is that night crow dead, but the medicinal Gu technique is still unsolved?"
Xie Xuan replied: "The person who downloads Gu is not necessarily the Gu master, and I didn't think of this meaning. Night Crow dropped the Gu master on another person!"
There is a bit of anxiety in Minghou's tone: "Who is it?"
"It should be the strongest among the medicine people, unintentional." Xie Xuan said solemnly.
Wu Chan and Ming Hou glanced at each other and couldn't help speeding up their steps.
But when they were on the way, they saw a young man standing there on the roof not far away, wearing black clothes swaying in the wind.
"You are Tang Sect Tang Ze." After getting closer, Xie Xuan said in confusion, "You shouldn't be in Yongan Palace."
Tang Ze smiled and said: "There are other people guarding enough, I will come out to see the situation outside."
"See, what do you think?" Xie Xuan said.
"It's not an exaggeration to say that it is on earth, but unfortunately I am only one person and can't stop these." Tang Ze said lightly, "Mister, is this going to Yongan Palace?"
Xie Xuan turned his head, looked to the left, saw the situation on the long street, and nodded: "I understand, I hope you can succeed."
"I also hope that Mr. Xie can succeed." Tang Ze replied.
"Goodbye." Xie Xuan jumped and led everyone to continue toward Yong'an Palace.
Tang Ze leaned down and continued to observe the situation on the long street. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a red dress floating by the corner.
"Tiannurui..." Tang Ze said in a deep voice, "This is what they have been saying, Brother Lian's confidante?"
On the long street, Su Muyu was sitting on the side to regulate his qi. Feixuan and Li Fansong had already walked under Su Changhe for nearly a hundred rounds. Both of them were sweaty, and the wind was gradually falling. The rainbow light above was getting dimmed, Feixuan was young after all, and the power of the great dragon elephant was almost exhausted. Su Changhe sneered: "You want to avenge your master, but compared to your master, you are far inferior."
Li Fansong yelled violently, turned and whirled down, and the immeasurable sword was transported to the extreme in an instant.
"The immeasurable sword, the immeasurable calamity, the person who enters this calamity, life after life, will be forever! Immeasurable breaking ten thousand magic, one sword breaking ten thousand swords!"
"Good come!" Su Changhe reached out and grabbed it.
The Boundless Sword Shadow instantly returned to nothingness. Su Changhe grasped the Boundless Sword with his right hand, and his figure moved forward, knocking Li Fansong away. With a wave of his right hand, the Boundless Sword soared and inserted it on the side of the pavilion. .
Wushuang forgot to glance at Su Muyu, and Su Muyu nodded: "Go."
Wushuang opened the Wushuang sword box, and the twelve flying swords came out. After a long time of breath, he could barely carry the twelve flying swords. The opportunity was fleeting!
Li Fansong paused slightly and drew his sword again!
The Qingxiao sword has been seized, where does the sword come from?
There is also a mahogany sword named Zui Ge.
Drunk tall buildings, young heroes!
"Fei Xuan!" Li Fansong shouted.
Feixuan picked up the last big dragon power, and pushed Li Fansong out. Li Fansong's sword was vigorous, and the twelve flying swords instantly ripped Su Changhe's defenses, and Su Changhe's right hand Yan Mozhang stopped him. With twelve flying swords, Yan Mo's palm in his left hand suppressed Li Fansong's lore.
The empty door opened wide, and his body was full of flaws.
But neither Li Fansong nor Feixuan had the strength to fight anymore. Even Wushuang vomited blood into the sword box. The Daming Suzaku shook in the box, but he shook his head and finally let go of his hand.
Suddenly saw that the red dress was missing, and three knives suddenly appeared, stab at Su Changhe's empty door.
"The underground river Su Changhe, let Tang Lian die for Tang Lian!" Tian Nurui shouted angrily.
"Come just right!" Feixuan clapped and shouted.
Su Muyu frowned, "Not good!"
Su Changhe smiled coldly, what a shrewd person he is, although Tian Nerui was not close, but he didn't notice her breath. He has the final move awaiting her.
Su Changhe opened his mouth, and gently spit out a silver needle under his tongue, heading towards Tiannürui's throat. He sneered, everyone is about to die here, the Patriarch of the Dark River Su Family, the City Lord of Wushuang City, the disciple of the Qingcheng Mountain Master, and this woman, they are not their opponents together.
Suddenly a dark shadow appeared. The man stretched out his hand and flicked the silver needle out. Then he held Li Fansong with his left hand, grabbed Tiannurui with his right hand, and threw them back. But he himself went forward against Su Changhe, and Su Changhe slapped him on the chest.
So he bloomed like a flower.
His clothes shattered, Zhu Yan Xiaojian, Hong Yan Lei, Yan Wang Tie, Dragon Beard Needle, countless hidden weapons burst out of his body.
No matter how fast Su Changhe's figure, no matter how agile his reaction, and no matter how strong his internal strength is, he couldn't prevent so many hidden weapons from being shot at the same time. He suddenly retreated, dancing wildly with his palms, trying to stop all the hidden weapons!
Tang Ze vomited three mouthfuls of blood and fell to his knees, but still raised his head and smiled sadly: "Su Changhe, it's time for the old man to pay his life."