The strong wind whistled, and the bookshelf in the Sutra Library collapsed. The man in black groaned and retreated, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and the monk's figure flashed and even spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Retreat!" With a loud shout, the people were all tacitly understanding and were about to break the window and leave. The monk turned around and grabbed the injured man's ankle and was about to pull it back.

"not good!"

Several people exclaimed that if one person was left behind, Tantra would likely track them down through this person. For a moment, all kinds of thoughts were to kill or save them.

"bump!"

Just when several people were shocked, Zhang Kaifeng suddenly appeared, exploring his palm, pressing his palm to the monk's side, and urging his palm to fly, hitting the stone wall, not knowing life and death.

"Thank you!" the man clasped his fists.

Zhang Kaifeng nodded and jumped out.

"Stop them!" A monk who caught up was furious and furious. Seeing the Buddhist scriptures scattered all over the ground, he became even more murderous intent.

Several monks also had murderous intentions and rushed out. A monk holding a stick followed Zhang Kaifeng, and the other four rushed out and disappeared into the vast night.

"Junior brother, how are you?" A monk picked up the unconscious man. After checking the man's injuries, the monk changed his face and said hurriedly: "Go and notify the senior brother of the sect."

"Disciple is going now!" A disciple of Tantric Buddhism hurriedly left.

Late at night, two figures swam quickly. Suddenly, the man in black walking in front stopped and beat the monk following behind. The monk was not afraid of danger, turned the long stick in his hand and shot straight forward. The man in black had no intention of stopping. When the stick was about to hit his body, the man in black suddenly dispersed. Between calming, the man in black had reached his chest with a palm. As soon as he took a step and avoided the male palm, the man in black turned around,

He raised his legs, kicked up from bottom to top, and kicked at the monk's chin. The monk who pressed his palm against his chin was about to fall down with a stick, but the man in black instantly changed in shape and pointed at him with a sword. The sword energy shot out immediately. The monk swirled the long stick in his hand, shaking the sword energy. Another figure slapped the monk's back with a palm, and the wind of his palm made the monk look shaking. His skill urged the long stick in his hand to go down behind him. The wind of the stick whirred through his ears, carrying the power of the mountain cracking stone.

"bump!"

The long stick fell down, and the stone slabs on the path immediately shattered, and the man in black disappeared in the smoke and dust. However, the figure in front of him slowly dissipated like a mirror, water and moon, leaving nothing behind.

"Damn it! Let him run away." The monk snorted coldly and turned around and left here.

The night wind was gentle, and a figure appeared on the cold path. After a glance around, it disappeared from the spot again. In the quiet little yard, Zhang Kaifeng had taken off his night clothes and sat upright on the stone bench. After a long time, the owners in the two rooms had not returned yet. When he was about to turn around and enter the room, a figure jumped in from outside the wall.

"You are injured!" Zhang Kaifeng helped the man in black up and rushed into the room with the man.

The man in black showed a familiar face behind his cover. He was a woman, and the woman was the bloodthirsty killer who assassinated Zhang Kaifeng in Piaomiao City. On that day, he felt that the woman was in a desperate situation and chose to let her go. The sword was just a fool, and did not completely cut off her vitality, but only made her fall into a state of turtle breath.

When she came to him again, she said something to him and followed him, but she rarely showed up. If it weren't for the slander of Tantric Buddhism, Zhang Kaifeng would have no time to take care of her. Her name was Xuanyuan Zijing.

Zhang Kaifeng condensed the energy and slowly hit her back with a palm. The true qi was transported into her body, and the true qi continued to wash away the blood stasis in her body.

"What a domineering palm force." Zhang Kaifeng frowned. There was a domineering palm force in Xuanyuan Zijing's body that kept hitting her heart veins, making her tired of dealing with it. If she hadn't found him, her heart veins would have broken and died. Moreover, this palm force was strange, the same as the strange aura felt when fighting against suffering. It seems that the head of the Tantric Sect has also practiced the magic Buddha martial arts, and his skills have increased again. After a long time, the true energy on his palm shook, and Xuanyuan Zijing spit out a mouthful of blood.

Her face became much rosy, Zhang Kaifeng's face was solemn. Xuanyuan Zijing's injuries were worse than he imagined, and his internal organs were cracked, and he was obviously subjected to extremely powerful moves.

"The powerful Vajra Palm, and the person who attacks you is extremely strong." Zhang Kaifeng's face dissipated a lot, and he said, "Fortunately, you use your skills in time to protect your heart meridians, otherwise it would be unimaginable."

After adjusting his breath for a long time, Xuanyuan Zijing said, "Yes, the person who attacked me is the head of Tantric Buddhism, Yankong!"

"You're careless." Zhang Kaifeng sighed and said, "You escaped."

"If it weren't for the accident that many people in the martial arts world, I wouldn't have escaped." When he said this, Xuanyuan Zijing took a deep breath and said, "But they must have not seen my purpose."

"That's good, but so many people from the world appear with you must be heading for the Tantric Marrow Cleansing Sutra." Zhang Kaifeng continued: "You should take good care of yourself here."

The marrow washing scripture and the Buddhist Yijing tendons are ranked among the top internal martial arts. This is the reason why these two mental methods have kept Tantric Buddhism and Buddhism standing.

After saying that, Zhang Kaifeng took out the paper and pen, concentrated and closed his eyes for a long time, and suddenly opened his eyes and wrote as if he was so vivid. Soon, white paper was full of handwriting, which was the skill found tonight.

"This is for you. I came from the Tantric Sutra Pavilion. The Bodhi aspect can not only allow you to harmonize the impact of your own domineering true qi during the process of practicing bloodthirsty martial arts."

"Thank you!" Xuanyuan Zijing put away the martial arts, took out a few sheets of paper, and said, "This is some information from Tantric Buddhism, and the demon Buddha you asked me to check are all written in it."

Close the door, Zhang Kaifeng returned to the yard, looked at the handwriting on the paper thoroughly and destroyed the paper with internal force, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought under the tree.

According to the information found by Xuanyuan Zijing, Tantric Buddhism is an apparent place for Buddhist practice, but many monks have long been secretly practicing the Demon Buddha's martial arts scriptures. As for why they designed to frame him, this involves a secret matter that has been a long time ago. When the Demon Buddha was slaughtering Tu in the world, they met a wise man from the Demon Sword. The energetic Demon Buddha was seriously injured after that battle, and the Demon Sword's sword technique severely damaged the Demon Buddha.

This battle also laid the groundwork for the future defeat of the Demon Buddha. They hated the Demon Sword. However, time passed by, and time flew away. When Tantric Buddhism was preparing to revive the Demon Buddha, it was discovered that Zhang Kaifeng's sword technique was the same as the Demon Sword technique of the Demon Sword that year. In order to avoid the long night dreams, he used such a plan. However, what puzzled him was why Zen Yi came over and told him that day and immediately denied his statement. This is worth exploring.

The moon was as bright as water, and the bright moonlight poked out from the dark clouds. There were a lot of steps outside the yard, and the firelight drove away the night. During this period, Zhang Kaifeng ignored some unknown knocks. Even a little brave guy rushed into the yard and left after seeing Zhang Kaifeng. The Tantric Buddhism opened the convenient door and should have expected the excitement tonight, but there were too many mice and night cats were overwhelmed.

He closed his eyes in contemplation and practiced the Demon Sword Heart Method. The essence of the moonlight was forcibly pulled over by this domineering mind method and poured into Zhang Kaifeng's body. The true energy in the meridians flowed, slowly turning into flowing water to strengthen his body. Widths of white mist emanated from his body. Under the moonlight, Zhang Kaifeng was like a fairy emitting white air, unable to see his face clearly.

Time flies, Zhang Kaifeng, who is practicing in this way, ends his skills when it is dawn, pulling up the long sword on one side and quietly practices the boring sword technique over and over again. The stop-and-go sword moves look no pleasing to the eye, but before he can realize that several sword moves have been completed. Xuanyuan Zijing behind him looked very carefully, and her eyes became brighter and brighter. After the people in the yard stopped, she closed her eyes for a while, and when she opened her eyes again, she showed some doubts on her face.

"How is this sword technique worth seeing." Zhang Kaifeng asked by picking up the towel on one side, wiping the sweat beads on his body.

"This is not the sword technique you used in the past. Where did you get it?" asked Zijing.

"I have gained something when I wandered around Tantra these days." Zhang Kaifeng did not hide it from her and said, "It's a pity that I have shallow skills and cannot fully understand it. You can count as much as you remember. I will give it to you in the future."

Suddenly, murderous aura emanated from Xuanyuan Zijing. She held the sword at her waist and stared at the door tightly.

"Don't be nervous, you're an acquaintance." Zhang Kaifeng waved his hand and signaled her to relax. He felt the familiar aura on the other party.

The person outside the door felt that the murderous aura disappeared before he pushed the door in. The person was wearing black clothes, with a tall body, and an extraordinary heroic spirit between his eyebrows and eyes, and a black knife was carried on his back.

"How did you find me?" Zhang Kaifeng asked in response.

Linchengdao said nothing, his breath was filled with an air, his sharp eyes always glanced at the yard, and said, "Why did the murderous aura I felt just now disappear?"

"Isn't it my murderous aura?" Zhang Kaifeng pretended to be surprised.

"Say, what are you doing? Are there any masters hidden here?" Lin Chengdao pushed him away and asked.

"Okay, okay, who else can I have here? Am I the only one?" Zhang Kaifeng had no choice but to pull the old cow and sit down, and said, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"I met an acquaintance and someone told me." Lin Chengdao said angrily: "Since you have arrived, why don't you come to us? Do you know that I'm almost tortured to death recently?"

"What's going on? There is someone who can make you so miserable." Zhang Kaifeng smiled.
Chapter completed!