The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 289

"Ah, the Buddha statue has opened its eyes!"

This sound was really no small matter, the masters of the rivers and lakes who rushed over were shocked when they heard the sound, and their faces were ashen.

This battle has almost covered most of the past 200 years. They are the best in the world and the best in the world. Although they are not qualified to enter the field, they can't hold back their excitement and want to see what they say.

Unexpectedly, when the wooden door was opened, through the snow curtain, a statue of clay in the hall shook its body, gray and lifeless, and two groups of strange lights emitted from the mottled and dull Buddha eyes, looking down on all living beings, horrified The scalps of all the viewers were numb. A group of monks chanted the verses and kept the precepts together, their faces changed wildly, and they almost fell down and worshiped.

"What method is this?"

"Ah, go back!"

……

A group of people were trembling with fear, their palms were sweaty, and they looked at everything in the Buddhist hall with eyes wide open.

Chen Zhuo flicked his sleeves and exerted a strange force on the statue, and said softly, "Bodhisattva, sit down!"

As soon as the four characters fell, the clay Buddha opened his eyes, and the shaking dust fell down. Under the dry and creepy gaze of all the people, he shook his shoulders, shook his steps, and walked out of his mind as if drunk. Standing side by side with Chen Zhuo.

This Bodhidharma patriarch is of low height, looks like walking westward, barefoot with a staff, white mud for robes, yellow mud for flesh, bluish eyes, lacquer peeling off a lot, it was originally a dead thing in mud, but now it is alive up.

Incredible.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Murong Longcheng snorted coldly, his eyes were full of murderous intent, he flicked five fingers of his right hand, and shot out several green rays of sword energy, and with his left hand poking out, he flew over the door, his aura was fierce and cold, "Kill!"

"Let him kill!"

Just as Murong Longcheng was about to squeeze into the Buddhist hall, Chen Zhuo didn't move, what moved was the golden body of Nadharma; the body that was originally made of clay, the neck without joints turned suddenly, the Buddha's eyes brightened, and his gaze fell far away , Electricity was generated in the void, turning into a wisp of white light three feet long, intercepting and blocking the wisps of sword energy.

The moment the Buddhist hall was lit up, the Buddhist lamps were all extinguished, seeing the half-hidden and half-appearing frightful angry face of the statue, even Murong Longcheng felt jealous.

Just as it was about to change its moves, the statue didn't move its legs, its body swayed lightly, and then it dodged to the front strangely, looking directly at Murong Longcheng with a lifeless face, blocking its way.

"Go away!"

Murong Longcheng's face suddenly turned gloomy, he opened his mouth to vomit, and shouted like a thunderbolt, the sword energy in his palm condensed but did not come out, turned the energy into a blade, and chopped off the head of the clay statue.

I don't want to see several sharp shadows whizzing straight to the vitals.

But it was the wooden stick in Nadama's golden body, even poking with points, not to mention fierce and sharp, and the technique was even more exquisite, the strike came first, hitting the dead point and stabbing the door of life.

Murong Longcheng furrowed his thick eyebrows, changed the attack of the sword energy in his hand, took advantage of the trend and slashed diagonally downwards, the sword energy hesitated, and even covered Chen Zhuo and Ah Zi.

"Ok?"

It's just that the wooden staff looks very fragile, how can it be imagined that the contact with this unparalleled air blade at this moment is like gold, iron and fine steel, hard to break with a sword.

Thunder burst out.

Deafening.

How is this possible?
Murong Longcheng's complexion changed slightly. At the same time as he was secretly going to the evil door, Bodhidharma's golden body stabilized his feet and his eyebrows lowered. Open, there is no tongue in it, only yellow mud.

"what!"

But this bloodless, boneless, boneless mud tire let out a loud roar from the opening.

Under the roar, the situation changed, and the snow outside the hall exploded violently, turning into billowing snow waves.

Everyone was in pain, covered their ears, and fell to the ground, only to feel that they had been hit by a sap, their faces flushed, and their feet staggered, as if they had drank several jars of strong wine. They collapsed one after another, screaming incessantly.

This roar was not made by the tongue, but by the mind. Once the roar came out, circles of substantial ripples spewed out from the mouth of the statue, like a whirlwind, enveloping Murong Longcheng.

Seeing this, Murong Longcheng crossed his arms to block it, and felt an overwhelming force in front of him, like a raging wave, so strong that he could only temporarily avoid the edge and fly back.

The clay statue roared down, holding a wooden staff and pestle to the ground with one hand, pointing to the sky with the other, and started to circle around the Buddhist hall. come over.

"Good fellow, am I the only one in the sky and on the earth?" Wu Yazi, who had never said anything, was also surprised to see such a method. He squinted his eyes and said: "I never thought that a strong spiritual thought can revive a dead thing when it reaches a certain level. If you have supernatural powers!"

Duan Siping's eyes went away at will, and he said with concentration for the first time: "It's really amazing. In the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of method can already be regarded as a god."

While he was speaking, he raised his index finger with his right hand behind his back, looking nondescript, like an orchid finger, but when his fingertips stood up, a wave of sword intent rose up, and the turbulent white hair flew upside down, and all the onlookers They all retreated again and again, only feeling the wind and frost on their faces, as if a sharp sword had cut through them, their robes were torn, they rolled and crawled one after another in horror.

Monk Jintai also separated his palms, one palm stood in front of him, his right hand was half tucked in his sleeve, his five fingers were rubbed together, he was already making a fist, his wide robe sleeves were swaying in the wind, his internal energy seemed to be surging like a dragon and a tiger leaping.

He greeted all the Shaolin monks slowly: "This battle is not something you can intervene in, so back away."

"Hehehe..." The blue-robed scribe spat out his sleeves, and suddenly saw two pale and blue palms exposed. His fingernails were as sharp as curved knives, his joints were like jade, and his palms had no lines. He was clearly a master of kung fu." In today's battle, victory is better than defeat, it can be called unprecedented."

No one answered him, but after Nadharma stood still, the wooden stick in his hand suddenly hit the ground.

With a sound of "bang", the Buddhist hall seemed to be shaken three times, and the frost and snow outside the hall immediately rolled and gathered, only in the silence and silence, the frost and snow turned into a dragon and became a tiger, quickly formed, and swam around the Buddhist hall. , For a moment, the sound of dragons singing and tigers roaring resounded through Shaolin.

Everyone looked at the two behemoths in the wind and snow, their eyelids twitched wildly, and their scalps were numb. This is not a dead thing, it's probably the way Patriarch Bodhidharma came in person.

Murong Longcheng stared coldly at the dragon and the tiger, and then looked at Chen Zhuo who was calm and calm in the hall, and suddenly asked with a half-smile: "What do you think, General Feihu?"

"Ha ha!"

A dull and weird laugh burst out suddenly, shaking the roof tiles.

Li Cunxiao came out carrying the iron spear on his shoulders, it looked a little funny, the iron spear was at least five or six feet long, and the pole was as thick as the mouth of a bowl, but the person underneath looked skinny, and looked like a bird from a distance The old monkey has a beam on his back, and he is evil no matter how he looks at it.

Li Cunxiao's amber-like pupils rolled around like a fierce tiger, glanced at Murong Longcheng, and said: "I know what your plan is, hehehe, you were not the opponent of the Taibao back then, don't you want to try again now?" ?”

Ignoring Murong Longcheng's ugly face, Li Cunxiao turned his eyes to Chen Zhuo, then looked at the golden body of Bodhidharma beside him, and said casually: "Although you have ruled the world for a lifetime, you have been the number one in the world, and your qualifications are not bad. , but in this world, there is a distinction between 'number one'; some number ones, even though they have reached the top, have exhausted their entire life's efforts and the energy of a lifetime, while some top masters have reached this point. Because the realm here is only extreme."

He was looking at Chen Zhuo, but he was talking about Murong Longcheng.

It seems that Murong Longcheng and other first-rate figures in the world are no different in his eyes from the third-rate, low-rate, and low-rate in the rivers and lakes.

After finishing speaking, he still didn't forget to turn his head and grin his teeth, and said tauntingly: "In the world of martial arts, all those with high xinxing intend to advance bravely and gain strength by attacking, but when you realize that in "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi", defense is the first, scheming is the most important thing. Enough is enough, but the heart of martial arts still seems to be shrinking, it seems that you are still thinking about being the emperor, since it is impure, no matter how many times, you are not the opponent of this Taibao."

Murong Longcheng's eyelids trembled when he heard this, his expression was stiff and stiff, as if covered with a layer of stone, and his voice was cold: "You are brave and diligent, but now that a few years have passed, your physical body has decayed, your vitality and blood have been defeated. Invincible, how much strength is left now?"

These two people had a grudge against each other.

In a few words, swords are already on the verge of breaking out.

"Haha..." Li Cunxiao threw an iron rod in his hand, and laughed loudly, the sound shook the sky, the sky was shocked and the earth was miserable, the situation changed, and he was like an unrivaled monster, "It's all of you, why should I be afraid of it?" have!"

Good guy.

Duan Siping's expression has become subtler.

How come one is more crazy than the other, and one is more terrible than the other.

Chen Zhuo wanted to fight the crowd alone, but now there is another madman who treats everyone as nothing.

The blue-robed scholar sneered and said, "With your old body, you might as well go back to live your life."

Monk Jintai's eyes lit up, and what he said was also shocking, and he said flatly: "Since this is the case, let's not talk about the name of Day Ascension for the time being, let's talk about the competition first, and let's talk about the fun, the winner will get it."

The monk's words were flat, but he was secretly domineering.

"Okay, God Fist Golden Platform, finally has a bit of the power of being invincible in the world." Duan Siping suddenly turned his index finger behind his ring finger, and said neither sad nor happy when he heard the words: "Good or evil, one battle will settle it!"

There was no wave in Chen Zhuo's eyes, but the circle of red light instantly dyed his eyes like a prairie fire, like two raging flames.

But I never thought that just when the hair tie was in the critical moment, a few donkey brays came in outside Shaolin Temple at this moment.

Whether others heard it or not, but the faces of the people present all changed.

Another expert came here.

Wu Yazi raised his eyes, his eyes flashed brightly, he exchanged a glance with everyone, before he could speak, the braying of the donkey turned up the hill, there were a few sounds of copper bells and bursts of singing.

"Watching chess and cutting lumber, walking slowly at the mouth of the valley by the clouds, selling salaries and selling wine, laughing wildly from pottery. The green path is high in autumn, facing the moon and pillowing pine roots, and the dawn is dawn. Recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, and break it with an axe. Withered vines. Harvested into a load, in the song market, Yimi three liters. There is no competition, the market price is flat, no cleverness, no honor or disgrace, calm and prolong life. When you meet, you are either a fairy or a Taoist. Sitting quietly and talking about yellow court……"

"Everyone, let's fight on the mountain!"

(End of this chapter)