The Bodhi Palace and the Fourth Palace of Zhengyang have already formed a blood feud. They met on a narrow road, and the enemy was outnumbered. The opponent did not hesitate to allocate half of his manpower to surround the Huiyue Palace. They came too fast and did not allow Qiu Zhenren to think carefully. In his opinion, most of the half of the men were monsters. They were obviously a test. They could take away some of Huiyue Palace's strength. If it failed, it would not harm the overall situation. He planned to attack the weak with the strong and blocked the Imperial Dynasty alone. Hua and his party ordered the three priests of Huiyue Palace to attack the monsters first and then return for reinforcements. Their strategy was not inappropriate. However, what he did not expect was that Hu Lu, Snake Turtle, and Ying Long were not weak hands. They formed a formation with a vast ocean and the water demon's combat power increased by three points. They actually defeated Lord Fan, Fang Lingzi, and Zhao. Qian Niu and three others held him back for a while, but they couldn't succeed.
There was a melee outside the Zhengyang Gate that day, which was full of dangers and dangers. Although Qiu Zhenren escaped unharmed, Huiyue Palace's troops also suffered a lot of losses. The most pity was that both his left and right arms, which he had always relied on, fell, and his bones Without any chance, only Master Fan, Fang Lingzi, and Zhao Qianniu were left. Although they were not weak opponents, their strength was greatly reduced, and it became a stalemate. Seeing Di Chaohua rushing towards him with his foot on the wooden cauldron, he put away his regrets, raised his hand and offered a black gold alms bowl, lowered the mouth and the bottom, and used it as a hood for the opponent.
The alms bowl's treasure light was dim, there was no sound, and it was weird inside and out. Tu Zhen flew forward and rushed forward, spread out the Qiankun treasure flag umbrella, and protected it above Di Chaohua's head. The falling momentum of the alms bowl stopped and turned over. Roll away, whining. An invisible force pressed down on his head, Tu Zhen groaned, and seven golden lotuses flew out simultaneously. The Qiankun Bao Banner Umbrella was unstable and slipped from his palm inch by inch.
Shen Banzi, Jin Jielu, knew that he was still too young to get involved, so he divided himself into two sides, one on the left and the other on the right, and went straight to the Huiyue Palace where everyone took turns, not seeking merit, but seeking no faults, and used all means to entangle them. . Di Chaohua ignored him and waved out a river of blood, turning into a giant snake and pounced towards him. Master Qiu stretched out his hand and the river of blood rolled back. Di Chaohua gently stepped on the divine wooden tripod of reincarnation of the heavens and closed it. He crossed the river of blood and was less than three feet away from the opponent.
An umbrella and a cauldron were not objects from heaven, but had a vague aura of Buddhism. Master Qiu was filled with suspicion, and he casually attracted a ball of star power. The star fragments gathered from all directions, and instantly took shape, turning into a star-crossing sword. With a casual throw, a bolt of silver light shot out and stabbed Di Chaohua between his eyebrows.
The real immortal refines all kinds of magic weapons. The upper method is "visualize an object and cast it into the present world", the middle method is "casting a shape with star chips and cast the will of gods", and the lower method is "the weapon is attached to the spirit and the star power warms it". During the battle, Qiu Zhenren used the Chinese method to condense the magic weapon, and used his thoughts to form the Star Crossing Sword. With this method and this courage, he is worthy of being the master of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Palace, the Fourth Palace of Zhengyang and the Twenty-eighth Palace. , there are not many palace masters who can compare with it.
However, such casually refined objects are not real treasures. Di Chaohua saw that the opponent was somewhat afraid of the Qiankun Bao Banner Umbrella, so he tried to contain and delay it, not because he had the intention of defeating the enemy. He immediately put out his orchid finger and aimed at the sword. With a flick of the body, a wisp of demonic energy was injected into it, and it swung for thousands of times in an instant. The Star Crossing Sword buzzed, and suddenly scattered into stardust, falling rustlingly.
Qiu Zhenren's heart moved, and he realized that this woman who stood on a wooden tripod and waved a river of blood was extraordinary. It was not that she had profound moral principles, vast magical powers, and was superior to him. Just then, she broke the Star Crossing Sword with a snap of her fingers, and used him to With my eyesight, I couldn't see any clues. But when the Crossing Star Sword trembled, he vaguely noticed a trace of strange demonic energy, which was fleeting. Could it be that the beautiful woman in front of him was actually a white-haired witch lurking deep inside?
Bo Xun, the demon king of Zizai, is the enemy of heaven. The Fourth Palace of Zhengyang braves the disapproval of the world, colludes with the demon, and attempts to fight against the Great Leiyin Temple. He is so insane that his heart can be punished. When Qiu Zhenren was angry, he used extreme caution, activated his star power, and condensed the star dust into various magic weapons, attacking Di Chaohua one after another, using all his transformation abilities.
Di Chaohua saw every move and pressed forward step by step. He was unable to take action for a moment. No one was controlling the red gold alms bowl. Tu Zhen's pressure was slightly lighter and he stabilized his position. He held up the Qiankun Bao Banner Umbrella tightly with both hands, but there was no one left. Spare efforts to help.
Outside Yunjiang Palace, Zhu Chan held her chin and looked at it for a moment, then turned to Wei Shiqi and said: "It seems that your men are in trouble!"
Before he finished speaking, Fang Lingzi used the sword technique and slashed the flying sword down. He abandoned Baigui and took Zhupolong. Without Bai Guiding in front of him, Zhu Po Long would not dare to blunt his edge, so he hurriedly offered up the Heshan Jiuqu Clothes and wrapped himself up to make it airtight. Unexpectedly, Fang Lingzi secretly killed him. This sword was like thunder. The flying sword turned from real to empty, passed through the river and mountain Jiuquyi, and suddenly showed its sharp edge. It disembowelled the pig dragon, and blood spurted out from the internal organs.
The pig's vitals were severely injured and he couldn't step on the waves. He fell headlong into the water. He was extremely stubborn and stubbornly held on to his original shape. His eyes were wide open. He raised a square jade pot and spoke to it. Open your mouth and pour the star medicine into your belly. But all this is in vain. Fang Lingzi's sword has hidden secrets. The sword energy has entered the body and has already cut off all vitality. Zhu Polong's attempt to swallow the star medicine and return to heaven is just a wishful thinking. The sticky white liquid lay down in the throat, with a fragrant fragrance. It turned into birds and animals, and fled in all directions from the belly. Not even a drop of blood was stained. The body of Zhu Polong stiffened, as if struck by lightning, it died immediately and disappeared, and its body sank into the water.
Baigui, the ghost-headed fish king, saw this in his eyes and secretly despised it, saying in his heart: "This idiot didn't take the star medicine in his stomach and hid it in his stomach. In the end, he gave others an advantage!"
Sure enough, Fang Lingzi killed Zhu Polong with one sword, took the ownerless jade-sheng pot into her palm, shook it gently, and the scattered star medicines poured into the pot. She weighed the weight with a smile on her face. He casually put it into his sleeve, his eyes turned sharp, and he turned to the Ghost Head Fish King.
Bai Gui complained incessantly, and unexpectedly shouted: "I don't have any star medicine left!"
Fang Lingzi raised his eyebrows and activated his flying sword to strike. Zhu Polong's fate is still in front of him. The congestion in his internal organs is floating on the water, and it has not yet dispersed. How can Baigui dare to fight against him? He turns over and dives into the water, revealing his original shape as a ghost fish. He flicks his tail and sets off a rolling turbid current, making all kinds of twists and turns. , fled in despair.
Only after escaping a few feet, he felt regretful. All this ugly behavior had fallen into the eyes of the Master of Yunjian Palace. What would be the fate waiting for him? He will definitely die worse than Zhu Polong! Thinking of this, he shuddered. He didn't care about hiding his head and tail. He roared, summoned up all his strength, set off a huge wave, and threw it at Fang Lingzi to show that he was not running for his life, but...but a strategic retreat, gasping. The tone is back again.
Fang Lingzi couldn't be hurt by the tricks of the mere water demon. She twisted her waist and quickly avoided the huge waves. She slashed down with her flying sword, and with a twist of light, she cut the sky-swallowing catfish holding a mace in two. The sky-swallowing catfish used its magical power to curl up a stream of black energy, connecting the two corpses together. The demonic energy entangled them, and they instantly returned to their original state.
