Chapter 2592: Who is yi

Xuanzhuang Chuan Yin Fang Fang, a barefoot monk standing in the line, standing nine feet tall, like a tower, is the most hot-tempered anger cloud master among monks, with a seed cultivation.
Then he heard his Buddhist chant, "Amitabha, a corpse in the district, dare to be so mad, so the poor monk came to Tan Yue."
The voice didn't fall, and there was an extra King Kong pestle in the palm, Baoguang was born, a sword light flashed in the volley, and the seventeen squares instantly turned round, dazzled with light, slaughtered the audience.
In the anger cloud that jumped out of the palm of the hand, the light from King Kong pestle was too late to strike, it turned into a defense, protecting the whole body, his heart was full of horror. At this point, he finally understood the leader Xuanzhuang Shi brother Why is it so serious.
In the end, the phoenix evolved from King Kong's pestle did not protect Nu Yun. The coldness was a round sword, and it easily penetrated the Bao Guang. Nu Yun's whole body blew loudly, tearing every inch, and then, Nu Yun sent a scream of grief. People are like blood gourds. Numerous holes emerge from the whole body, which nourish the blood.
"Oh!"
Xuanzhuang glanced at the angry clouds coldly, screamed loudly, and waved his hands. A yellow mud tire like a Buddha appeared in the palm, and the mud tire was covered with a pattern around his body.
The earth-worn buddha just emptied, and the monks struck out the corpse as much as possible.
Brush it, a towering Buddha emerges.
The three-foot-tall Buddha, with kind eyes and good looks, and solemn treasure, has no seal on one hand, gently holding up with one hand, opening and closing the mouth, and spit out a human voice, "I am the Supreme Guard and protect all Kalan!"
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
Xu Yi raised his hand to be a sword.
The sword was rounded and came towards the Buddha. The golden hand lifted by the Buddha was pressed down sharply, the sword was standing, and the horrifying power was rolling towards Xu Yi.
"Hua!"
Xu Yinu gave a sigh, the sword awn turned round, and his golden light suddenly guided him to turn round, and his complexion calmed down. Then, the golden light of that round suddenly collapsed and hit him again.
Such a situation is not because the sword seventeen is ineffective, but the Buddha's strength is too great. The sword seventeen turns the circle to guide the technique, and through the method of leveraging the force, but any method of the force has its limit.
No matter how subtle the method is, it will not be able to reduce the collapse of the giant mountains and the power of the great sea tsunami. Obviously, the golden light struck by the Buddha has exceeded the limit of the traction of the sword seventeen.
Seeing that Jin Mang broke through the traction of Sword Seventeen, Xuanzhuang's heart was settled. He was most afraid of nothing else, but the horror of the strange number swordsmanship of Xu Yi.
Once this law was destroyed, Xu Yi was just a corpse.
Rolling Jin Mang, like a dragon that would devour everything, no matter how Xu Yi dodged, that Jin Mang, if it was spiritual, could always follow.
Foresight was inescapable. Xu Yi sighed, the sword awns rose in the palm of the hand, and the volley turned into a mass of light nets, like a sacred beast. In the next moment, the dragon-like golden mansions were thrown into the light nets. in.
Brush it, the two groups of unusual forces come together, as if the flame ignited gunpowder, with a loud noise, it is a loud noise.
"This is impossible!"
Xuanzhuang's heart jumped, she was shocked by the loss of color, and the monks stared at their eyes. They knew that the holy light of the sacramental Buddha could not be dispelled.
This huge explosion is undoubtedly subverting their inherent cognition.
"Still too weak."
Xu Yi sighed. According to his vision, this trick sword net should be able to easily engulf Jin Mang, and it turned out to be this kind of ending.
"This boy, why have a backhand, can't see through, really can't see through."
Frenzy entangled in the heart.
As the scene was filled with thoughts, the horrific waves set off by the blast were also sweeping the field. The surroundings were wild and crazy waves, which easily rolled into a white ground within thirty miles.
Just as Xu Yi was about to reinvigorate Xianxian Sword again, Qi Lang suddenly overturned the cloak of the cloaker's cloak, revealing a beautiful beauty.
Brushing it, Xu Yi felt that the spirits had been crushed by this eye. The woman without any fireworks in front of her was really Xia Zimo who was here.
"No wonder, no wonder I saw the jade pendant on Xia Ying's body, and I felt familiar. Zomo had a jade pendant, and the pattern on it was like this. Zimo, this is Zimo ... No, no, if she is a child Mo, what happened to Lian Yunsang that I saw in the Immortal Hall that day? Also, the temperament is completely wrong. The girl is dead and dead, the feeling of vicissitude is too strong, and she must be young ... "
In a short time, Xu Yi's mind stormed wildly.
"Tan Yue, you and I have nothing to do with the White Horse Temple. Why are you struggling here? If you have a holiday with Han Bing, it ’s the hard way to find Han Bing, so why wait for me. If you want to enjoy my high skills at White Horse Temple, You can go to Dongzhou and my party. My 12 monks in the White Horse Temple in Dongzhou will surely make Tan Yue wish. "
After the holy fetus Buddha failed to hit Xu Yi with a single blow, Xuanzhuang once again offered the peace talks, with soft words and hard words, with a degree of attack and defense.
It is precisely because Xuanzhuang has the ability to make changes, so this time he was the team leader to dispatch the troops of the White Horse Temple to preside over the operation.
Xuanzhuang persuaded earnestly that Xu Yi was totally unresponsive. He stared at the "Xia Zimo" like a statue, so speechless.
"Brother Xuanzhuang, this man has clearly fallen into the maze and will not take his life at this moment, so when will he stay?"
Endured by the cloud of anger and hastily returned, he hurriedly whispered.
Shicai's confrontation with Xu Yi made him guilty. Only by really passing the game can he know exactly how terrible the opposite guy is.
In Xuanzhuang's heart, the palm of his hand moved the tactics. The imprint of the golden Buddha standing in front of him suddenly launched. For a time, the spiritual power of the whole world was madly converging towards that big handprint. The vast breath penetrated the world.
boom!
Between the heavens and the earth, a huge handprint, wrapped in a terrifying power of destruction, overwhelmed hundreds of miles, and pressed directly towards Xu Yi.
Xu Yi in the middle of the world returned to his mind, and then thought that the reaction was too late. When he heard a soft groan, the fairy sword automatically jumped, the sword squirted out, the blade of the black urn was instantly lit, and the horrible thunder didn't hide it. The ground spit thinly, sparks and lightning along the way, stabbed towards the giant palm.
Boom, it seemed that the world was trembling, dead, and nothing seemed to happen.
The sky seemed to close, and it seemed to open again.
Xu Yi, who was buried in a dozen pits underground, bounced up again, and the huge sense of destruction never disappeared.
He took a big move, and the flaming Zhixian Sword drew into his hand. The tip of his tongue licked the blood on the corner of his mouth, and Xu Yi's killing intention grew wildly and unbridled.
Boundless wild, a deity, a demon head, stood up in the hearts of Xuanzhuang and monks.
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