Jin Buhuan's lips curled up and said, "God Lord, although you have great magical skills, these two girls are not Yiyou. If there is a mistake, how can the gods and gods bear it!"

Leng Tianxiong's mouth curled a confident smile: "It's okay, I've just achieved my magical skills and I just want to find some powerful characters to try. Last time I was in Yunnan, I wanted to find Li Cangxing to practice, but Yan Shifan was not good enough, so I didn't even have a chance to take action. This time, I happened to use these two women to practice. As long as I captured them, I would naturally not be afraid of Li Cangxing's hook!"

Jin Buhuan curled the corners of his mouth. He wanted to say something, but when he spoke, he shook his head helplessly. He knew that Leng Tianxiong had a mountain-like personality, so he had to retreat and began to apply some burning cooling ointment to the wounds on Gong Ye Changkong's face, his eyes were staring at the three people in the courtyard.

Leng Tianxiong suddenly turned his head and looked at Li Cangxing in the Zen room, and said coldly: "Master, you also see how fierce we are in the action. After a while, I'm afraid that this small yard will be demolished. You don't have martial arts skills, so staying here is waiting to die. Why not go early?!" He said, lifting his right hand gently, six or seven fingers flying out of the air, and hitting the acupoints of several Dongting Gang guards and two little sharks at the door apart more than ten feet away. These people were finally able to move. They all bent down and could hardly stand up.

Leng Tianxiong didn't even look at these people, and said the word "get out" gently. The guards of the Dongting Gang suffered enough of the Demon Lord's suffering, so they dared not resist. They ran out of the courtyard, and disappeared after several ups and downs.

The two little novice monks in gray looked at Li Cangxing in the room, with fear in their eyes, but their bodies were like sieves, and they couldn't even stand straight.

Li Cangxing sighed: "Mingdao, Mingfan. This matter has nothing to do with you, please leave quickly."

Ming Dao, who was a little taller, turned around and was about to leave, but as soon as he turned his head, he retreated. Looking at Li Cangxing, he said suspiciously: "We're leaving, where are you, Master?"

Li Cangxing shook his head: "This is a pure Buddhist land. Even if I am not strong enough, I will sacrifice myself to protect the Dharma today. Here are Buddhist scriptures left by my ancestors of all generations. As the abbot, I will stay here even if I am broken into pieces."

Ming Fan, who has a short figure, has tears in his eyes: "Master, this place is really too dangerous, and it will be useless for you to stay. Let's go with your disciples."

A cold light flashed in Li Cangxing's eyes: "I have decided, you don't have to persuade him anymore, just retreat quickly!"

Mingdao gritted his teeth and stood in the hut. He put his hands together: "Mingdao is not talented, and he is willing to face it with his master." He said, meditating on the spot, closing his eyes, and starting to recite scriptures.

Mingfan hesitated for a moment and sat down with Ming Dao. The two of them stood on the left and right sides of the door, like two door gods, blocking Li Cangxing's face.

Li Cangxing was also a little moved. Unexpectedly, these two young monks were young and had such filial piety. When he dressed up as Master Fang Lin today, he not only hid Fang Lin in a safe place, but also tried these two little novice monks. He really didn't have any martial arts skills. Perhaps it was because of this that the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, and he was not afraid of the top martial arts masters in the courtyard.

Li Cangxing slowly walked forward a few steps and stood behind the two little novice monks. He also sat down, his eyes closed slightly, like an old monk entering into meditation, but the gap left in his eyes could see clearly the situation in the courtyard. If there was really a wave of air coming, he would take the opportunity to use secret force to rescue the two little novice monks.

At this time, Li Chenxiang and Qu Caifeng had gradually wandered to the left and right sides of Leng Tianxiong. Leng Tianxiong's face was still calm, and he didn't even look at the two girls, but he kept looking up and down at Li Cangxing and the other three.

Qu Caifeng's eyes suddenly turned green, the red aura was violent all over her body, the big red silk shirt was like burning flames, and the white hair was like frost and snow all over the sky, just in response to the Yin and Yang swords on her left and right hands. The Yang sword in her left and the Yang sword in her left and right hands ignited the blazing flames, and the Yin sword in her right hand brought frost and snow like goose feathers. The footsteps of stepping on the wolf and walking around the world were confusing, and attacking Leng Tianxiong four feet away.

Li Chenxiang's willow eyebrows stood up. Just then, she quietly cracked the cloak from it, wrapped it tightly on her right arm and right shoulder, covering all the areas that should not be exposed. However, from a distance, it seemed like a green dress and a red dress. It was originally a perfect color matching, but there were a bunch of earthen flowers, just like a graceful flower with a pile of mud on it, which looked very disgusting and abrupt and beautiful.

However, the battle of life and death was not enough. With Qu Caifeng's offensive launched, Li Chenxiang also understood it immediately. Qu Caifeng deliberately did not use the impact qi power such as sword waves and sword waves, but was afraid that Leng Tianxiong would use the great shift of the universe again to turn these qi waves to him. Now Qu Caifeng's offensive completely rushed towards Leng Tianxiong's right hand holding the Holy Fire Order. No matter how high Leng Tianxiong's martial arts are, he would always urge the order to resist, which would leave him with a gap in attack.

Obviously, Qu Caifeng took the initiative to take on the role of a more dangerous and pressured frontal attack, and gave himself the opportunity to attack in the chaos. Although Qu Caifeng was a daughter, his martial arts were fierce and domineering, and his great combination. Tianlang sword technique was also the most domineering and cruel martial arts in the world. Taking advantage of the chaos, he was not as steady and accurate as his Kunlun Eight-Term Liuhe Sword Technique. Both women were close to the top masters and did not need to communicate. They spontaneously made the most reasonable choice.

Li Chenxiang's body moved, and the sky blue battle aura burst, and three clones appeared on the spot, with the sword light flashing, and at the same time, they rushed towards Leng Tianxiong's left hand.

Leng Tianxiong laughed: "Good come!" His left hand raised the purple cloak behind him and turned it around in his hand. Tens of golden lights surrounded the cloak, like a shield, and five cyclones formed instantly, perfectly jammed the direction of Li Chenxiang's three phantom clones attacking.

At the same time, Leng Tianxiong's figure silently faced Qu Caifeng on the right like a ghost. His right hand tightly held the Holy Fire Order, and suddenly thirty-one shadows appeared. He used the Supreme Sword Technique of the Demon Sect, the Sancai Death Sword, and the thirty-one sword flowers gathered into a burning flame, attacking Qu Caifeng's two giant wolf-shaped sword energy that attacked him!
Chapter completed!