"Xiang Zuo" said: It is abnormal to be sneaky and faint.
At the 62nd position, on the east side, the female monkey under the seat is as bright as an eggshell shield, her eyebrows are dancing and she points with her right finger, the sky is filled with white clouds mercilessly.
Shui Yunxiang, who was tall and tall, suddenly felt something flashing in his eyes, shrouded in endless white, and his face felt slightly painful.
Zhou Yanxing was also dumbfounded at the roof tiles in the southeast corner, and suddenly felt funny when he looked at them.
Shui Yunxiang was furious as he took the thing off his face.
"I'll go, a woman's veil."
He raised his eyebrows and looked across. The female monkey had already ducked onto the wall on the right, clearly intending to escape.
"Where are the two living people in broad daylight?" Shui Yunxiang couldn't bear to run away in front of them.
With a single step he struck, flying away, using his sword in hand to pursue the victory.
The classical house is filled with fire and brilliant moves.
On Yimao in the third month, there was a dark bronze lantern, a blue curtain in the palace, scratch marks on the pilasters, and a very fierce fight.
The old monkey's arm was circled with a copper ding, and everything he could support was bent to avoid the tip of the sword. The rugged bamboo leaf screen was hooked and turned over.
The two-meter-large screen was pushed like a torch, and there was huge smoke and dust. Zhongli Bi washed his right hand and hit the eaves column, using his strength to climb over. There was a sound of war behind, and it shattered into pieces.
On the shelves of bookshelves, the old monkey suddenly made a move and slapped the thousand-layer waves.
He was wily and calculated, waiting for Zhongli Bixi to arrive, but he was caught off guard and was hit hard, and then took the opportunity to kill him.
Zhongli Bi, a cultivator of immortality, has a small shield of instant spiritual power and a half-foot round mirror in front of him.
Both sides are fierce and vicious.
Applying force to his right hand and doubling the number of high-fives, Zhongli Bi washes the spiritual shield between his hands, which becomes enlarged and translucent. The flowing glass crystals are covered with fine lines, and the mysterious and deep spiritual power is transmitted to the pump body.
Half an inch forward, body slightly forward, Zhongli Bi washes his face, his lower legs and feet are strong.
With a stronger trend, the old monkey shook his hand and turned around to pull the top wood of the carved cabinet.
The fierce wind surges, and the smoke rises from all sides. Zhongli Bi washes and closes his sleeves, his clothes are flying, the auspicious clouds are slightly fluttering, and the Taoist robe is handsome.
Unfathomable, the old monkey was confused. Looking back at the house, the east and west furniture was beyond recognition.
There is nothing left to hold on to.
Unable to join hands, the old monkey tried to survive in a desperate situation, swooped in with his teeth bared and his claws, and his face ferocious.
"I'm not just a brutal fighter." I don't know how to adapt, I only care about spiritual power.
Zhongli Bi quickly washed his sword, picked up the broken copper basin on the wooden piece, and pointed it steadily towards the old monkey.
The copper basin also contained the hot soup and some scorching water that had just been used to bathe the face. The old monkey's eyes were sharp, he was dancing, and his spirit energy was beating wildly.
After disposing of the copper basin, the old monkey swooped closer and closer, with a smile on his lips that was romantic and carefree.
The claws on the hands were shaved off and became even sharper, like claws of a giant tiger, unstoppable.
Zhongli Bixi's violent temper was aroused, and you and I became even crazier.
He leaned sideways, put his right hand forward, clenched his fist, and flashed his bloodthirsty eyes.
Fighting style, with a heroic look, he lifts his foot and punches. The spiritual power of his legs and feet is surging, and the lingering power is punched out with the sole of his foot.
Swift and unceremonious, the old monkey has been squinting all his life. At this moment, the eagle's eyes were blinded. The vast spiritual power in the omission suddenly struck, and the body retreated and flew into the air without enough time.
The huge flow speed caused the old monkey to fly upside down, and the wall smashed, revealing the courtyard outside.
When the female monkey saw it, she became excited and sharpened her claws, cutting them continuously.
"Damn it," Shui Yunxiang blocked his arms, his sleeves were torn, and his white skin had more than a dozen scratches.
Shui Yunxiang also has two faces, angry and helpless. The female monkey is at the second level of Qi training, which is equal or higher.
The mid-term is not as good as the late stage.
Compared with the female monkey, Shui Yunxiang roared louder, "Zhou Yanxing."
You haven't made any moves yet, so we agreed to attack together.
The voice was melancholy, cold and solemn, and the wind was cold.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a fragrance in the air, and several sword blades came flying towards him, gathering spiritual power far beyond the second level of Qi training.
The power was so great that the female monkey couldn't resist it and gasped repeatedly.
"Zhongli," Shui Yunxiang was delighted and looked at the beautiful fairy ten meters away.
In the quiet cold wind, Fairy Zhongli glanced at him, then turned around with Yunjian and headed to the battlefield.
The beautiful fairy was delayed for something, but she still took a look.
Shui Yunxiang's momentum was inspired, and she silently said the words "come on", resurrected with full blood, and slashed at the female monkey Yun Tian with the sword, causing smoke and dust to rise.
Following Zhou Yanxing's attack, five swords came out of the air, sharp and sharpened layer by layer. Each sword had stronger spiritual power than the other, like a giant hand that broke a bridge.
A sword slashed the bridge and the bridge was broken.
The old monkey suddenly flew up, and there were thousands of black shadows in the broken catkins, which seemed to be superimposed, as fast as a shuttle, as fast as lightning.
The spiritual power is running, the limbs are covered with bones, the old monkey's eyes are cold and silent, the death stare, and the clearing disappears.
The fierce red light, if you look closely, you will see that ten claws are red, passing over the scenery along the way, roaring.
Zhongli Bi washed and raised his sword, pointed the tip of the sword, and in an instant, the sword wind approached, warming the spring field, and the move killed him on the left chest.
The old monkey clamped the sword body between his claws and swung it with his free hand, sliding it down smoothly. The red marks were like fire, burning in the third heaven of flames.
Zhongli Bi washes his hands and strikes again, draws the sword into the sky, comes out, and then lifts the sword and levels it, the water waves are changing, and the momentum is powerful.
The old monkey was not slow either, striking with clang, and quickly kicking like lightning, with five sharp claws glowing red.
"Oh, there are still ten monkey paws." Zhongli Bi washed his eyes and stared at them coldly.
The cloud sword in the hand strikes upward from the left, floating like waves, with warm power like spring, and the clouds turn far away.
The two of them, Monkey and Zhongli, exchanged fists with one another. If they were not careful, they would kick in the air on the precipice. It was very dangerous.
In the middle stage of the third level of Qi training, Laohou's strength is rare. He came to see me when he was with Zhongli Bi, and suffered numerous injuries.
There comes a time when all things come to life and there is a glimmer of weakness.
With a glimmer of hope, Zhongli Bi washed his sword and pointed it at the old monkey. The old monkey fell down and the sharp claws in his hands were red flames without a trace.
The long sword takes the handle as the center and the arc length as the circle, turning the wheel of fortune and cutting the empty claws of middle-aged and old monkeys.
The ten claws under his feet were suppressed. Zhongli Bi washed his right hand and gathered his spiritual energy, backing up the old monkey, and the tip of his sword whirled.
The bones and flesh were bloody, three inches above the old monkey's waist and abdomen, and a large wound on the left side, which seemed to be just short of severing half of his arm.
The horror of death made the old monkey shed blood and tears, and he knelt down as if begging for mercy.
All living things have a beginning and a life. If there is no killing, then they are equal.
But the natural enemies, raptors, are cannibals, cruel and bloodthirsty.
Zhongli Bixi's expression was calm, and it seemed as if he had been standing for a long time. The moment he lowered his head, the red flames of his youth were shining.
The old monkey dug into the ground, clapped his hands on the ground, and dodged like the wind.
His eyelids moved slightly, the spring breeze was blowing, and weeds were growing thickly. Zhongli Bi washed his hind legs and bowed on the ground, leaning down, his sword slowly moving.
That trace, the gentle breeze, the fine warmth, spreads on the cheeks.
But when the dirt was approaching, Zhongli Bi gathered his spiritual power before washing his body, and the mask appeared, and the water was flat and shimmering.
In fact, the battle will not be so fast. The old monkey is cunning and good at sympathizing with humans. It is greedy and lazy and thinks it can catch him by surprise and kill him with one blow.
Otherwise, Zhongli Bi could kill him instantly with one sword stroke. This result was unexpected and seemed to be reasonable.
No matter what, death is like a lamp going out, Zhongli Bi washes off the inner elixir, the brown wood is milky yellow, round as lacquer, pure and pure.
