The witch looks at her moves

Chapter 71 Meeting an old enemy in the rain

"The evil arhat is the evil arhat from the southern courtyard of the Great Recruitment..."

The disciples of Luoshan couldn't help but exclaimed after reacting, and immediately covered their mouths for fear of angering the Living King of Hell.

"My name is Jue Luan, and the other head is my brother's name, Jue Wu."

The two-headed monk looked up at the heavy rain in confusion, lowered his sleeves and sighed: "I am obviously not an evil arhat, but anyone who has seen my true appearance will believe that I am one of the twelve evil arhats... It is ridiculous to judge a person by his appearance. Moreover, , I have also fought against evil arhats, but they are not as powerful as me."

"You are overbearing and arbitrary, and you kill innocent people in vain. You are the devil. Does it matter whether you are an evil arhat or not?"

Shi Daoqing stared at him coldly and said in an unceremonious tone: "If you are really determined to eliminate evil, you should kill yourself first instead of killing others."

Jue Wu, who was practicing Huanxi Zen, laughed loudly and said: "I think what this girl said is absolutely right. Jue Luan, you are acting too recklessly. It is better to recognize the identity of this devil than to pretend to be false." Play the role of a holy monk!”

Jue Luan ignored Jue Wu's taunting and continued to ask: "Girl, do you want to kill me?"

Shi Daoqing didn't answer.

Jueluan smiled slightly, and when he opened his fists, his feet seemed to take root on the earth, and his whole body stood as tall as a mountain, unyielding.

Shi Daoqing was shocked, his face remained unchanged, and another spell was formed.

The sound was shaped like water waves, and once it was emitted, it would spread to the surroundings. By sensing the changes in the ripples, the demon monk deduced the location and shape of her formation.

Shi Daoqing snorted coldly and ignored it at all.

Jue Wu wanted to speak, but Jue Luan reached out and opened his mouth and pulled out his brother's tongue.

Jue Luan was in the formation, but was indifferent, saying: "Back then, I also met a master of the formation. We fought fiercely in a pile of rocks. I was trapped by him for three months and almost died. His formation was able to trap me because the seemingly chaotic stone forest was actually arranged by him himself, down to the precise placement of every stone.

Shi Daoqing stared at him for a moment.

A large amount of blood gushed out, and the slippery tongue fell into the mud. It flopped a few times like a fish and never moved again.

Shi Daoqing remembered his previous Qing Xiao and immediately understood.

The formation divides the space and connects it end to end, forming an invisible ghost wall.

The sword body is subject to force and inevitably deflects.

"Good girl, you really can't see how I did it?" Jue Luan asked.

"Girl, you don't want me to kill anyone?" Jueluan asked again.

This, this is almost a fantasy!
Shi Daoqing used more than ten kinds of Mingsui Palace spells one after another. These profound and exquisite spells, which coincided with the laws of nature, were all destroyed by Jue Luan one by one.

"Stop talking nonsense to my disciple." Jueluan scolded.

Jue Luan didn't wait for Shi Daoqing's response, and said bluntly: "You will be my disciple and pass on my unique skills for me. After you complete your studies, I will stand still and let you chop off two heads. How about that?" "

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Shi Daoqing did not bother with the evil monk. She raised her arms, raised her eyebrows, and shouted: "Fall!"

"Oh, good girl, do you think your family's magic is powerful enough and you don't need to practice the secret methods of other sects? Forget it, I will destroy everything you have learned so that you can be convinced."

The clear sound of the sword fills the sky, and the wind and rain cannot move forward.

"Good girl, it's my turn to return the favor."

He walked out of the empty door of the formation.

"Good girl, you want to kill me, but you don't want me to kill anyone. I can satisfy you with both of these things, but you must also promise me one thing."

Shi Daoqing was astonished. She had thought that the demon monk would break the formation with force, but she did not expect that the formation would be so lighthearted.

In one breath, the twelve magic swords were disrupted by him, and they were accurately smashed together with the other twelve swords. They turned into air currents and were washed away by the heavy rain.

While he was turning over to dodge, he was messing with the magic sword. His movements were incredibly fast, as if twelve arms were stretched out at the same time.

The person trapped in it seems to be moving forward, but in fact it will deflect. If he cuts a sword forward, the sword will fly straight and stab himself in the back.

Twenty-four snow-white magic swords appeared through the sky, reflecting the raindrops in the sky like silver needles, and also surrounded the chaos.

The formation must be related to the surrounding environment in order to exert its due effect. Otherwise, forcibly opening up a space will inevitably be disharmonious to the surroundings and full of loopholes. "

Jueluan looked at the magic sword in the air and said to himself: "My magic power is far better than yours. If I use brute force to break your magic, you will definitely not be convinced, so I will suppress my power until it is equal to yours. I will break all your spells one by one."

Jue Wu's face was full of resentment, his facial features were distorted, and the whining sound in his throat sounded like a curse.

It was the divine flower formation used to deal with Su Zhen before.

Twenty-four magic swords vibrated at the same time, forming a sword formation and slashing towards Jue Wu in an airtight manner.

After saying this, he raised his head and let out a clear whistle.

"Why are you pretending to be a good person? Compared with you, even I... ugh——"

Mingsui Palace is one of the four major divine palaces. The inheritance is so orthodox, why does it need the guidance of evil demons and outsiders?
Jue Wu couldn't bear it either, and said angrily: "You want to die, why are you dragging me with you? This girl is so beautiful, it would be a waste to be an apprentice to an ignorant bald donkey like you. Why don't you give it to me to practice Happy Zen?" We will surely enter a new realm!”

As he spoke, Monk Jueluan's calloused iron palm stretched out and struck the sword's blade accurately.

"..."

Before the whistling sound could be heard, he raised his feet and took a step forward.

"How can this be?"

What he used was not some evil martial arts, but the most orthodox inheritance of Dazhao Academy. As soon as the moves were launched, the muscles all over his body were stretched like a bow string, showing the power of subduing a dragon and subduing a tiger.

When Jue Luan attacks, his moves are precise and clean, without any sense of sloppiness.

Shi Daoqing was not good at close combat, so instead of countering a few moves, which seemed to be shaking steel with his flesh and blood, he had no choice but to use the Cloud Step to dodge again.

Jueluan's simple and unpretentious fists and feet were still like gangrene attached to the bone, and they continued continuously, no matter how she moved, ghosts and ghosts could not dodge them.

The clouds and smoke are gone.

Jueluan's fleshy palm appeared in front of her face, and he stopped it when it was about to hit. The remaining wind from the palm blew her hair back.

Shi Daoqing has also pressed his eyebrows, preparing to use the Kong Nian Sword at the bottom of the box.

Before she even used this sword, she had an uncontrollable thought in her mind: Even if she used this sword, she would not be able to defeat her opponent.

She had never been so completely defeated.

Regardless of the depth of her magic power, the depth of her foundation, or the perfection of her moves, she cannot match them.

A powerful enemy can inspire fighting spirit, but an enemy that is so powerful that it is invincible can only make people despair.

If the evil monk used all his strength to attack, her skills would be inferior to others, and she would have no regrets if she lost and died. However, the opponent held back at every turn, making her desperate fight even more embarrassing.

Shi Daoqing felt frustrated.

The sword technique of Kong Nian Sword buzzed in the center of his eyebrows, like a stray bird, with a sad voice.

"Good girl, how do you like it? Are you willing to join my sect and learn my magic technique, 'Hell Technique'?" Jueluan slowly put his hands behind his back and asked with a smile.

"I failed to slay demons because I am not good at learning. Please kill me." Shi Daoqing's beautiful eyes dimmed.

"Hey, the girl is a smart person, why is she so stubborn?"

Jueluan sighed and said distressedly: "I can't tangle with you anymore. If I continue to fight with you, my pursuers will come. Good girl, I have recognized you as my disciple. Come with me for a while. You You’ll always come around.”

"Pursuit?"

Shi Daoqing's surprise outweighed his fear and took over. He couldn't help but ask: "Are you being hunted?"

The two-headed demon monk Jue Luan is recognized as a top-notch master. In the world, only Qi Ying of Nixiang Mountain, Kong Guan of Dazhao Temple, and Li Yunzhou of Baiyun City can hold him down in a single fight.

But these three obviously couldn't spare the time to deal with him.

Who else in the world can hunt him down?
"Good girl, you are curious. I am even more curious than you. He is a Taoist priest in green. He claims to be a disciple of Nixiang Mountain. He went down to the mountain to practice, but his cultivation level is on par with mine. His skills are even better than mine. It is really ridiculous." Jue Luan Shake his head and sigh.

After he rebelled against Dazhao Temple, the first Kongguan vowed to kill him in front of the Buddha.

Jueluan was afraid of Kong Guan's magical power, so he had no choice but to hide. Half a year ago, his original hell method was finally completed, and he caught up with the demon in the south courtyard of Dazhao Temple. I met that extremely difficult Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest comes out of the mountain, the demon lord descends, and chaos breaks out.

Jue Luan knew that this was a sign that the situation was about to change. If he did not make a breakthrough, his cultivation might not be enough to survive in troubled times.

Many years ago, he had a clear understanding that he could not cultivate Buddhism through demonic skills alone. He must find a heart of the supreme good and cultivate the demonic thoughts to conceive a Buddha fetus.

He really found it.

Jue Luan stopped talking nonsense, jumped up in the air, and grabbed Shi Daoqing with his claws.

Even though Shi Daoqing was frustrated, he refused to surrender.

She pressed her fingertips between her brows, knowing that she would definitely lose, but she still used her unique skill Kong Nian Sword.

Kong Nian Sword is a sword technique created by the founder of Mingsui Palace and has nine levels in total.

She has reached the sixth level of "Refining the Mind and Refining the Soul", and her mother has reached the eighth level of "Returning to Truth". As for the legendary ninth level, only the ancestor of Mingsui Palace has practiced it. At that time, his sword skills reached the sky, and after his life span was exhausted, he passed away in the valley. The stones, trees, and fish in the valley were affected by his sword intention and all grew into the shape of the sword.

That valley was named Sword God Valley.

Before he was twenty years old, Shi Daoqing often went to the valley to watch the sword marks and understand the meaning of the sword.

The memory came to mind, killing her last trace of hesitation.
In the pouring rain, Shi Daoqing's figure disappeared and turned into a misty cloud.

next moment.

The Kong Nian Sword cuts through the clouds and waves, and shoots out a stunning sword light.

Appreciation flashed in Jue Luan's eyes.

He raised his palms in front of him and sang a resounding Buddha's name. The golden shadow of King Ming appeared behind him, solemn and majestic, and then he clapped another palm with flames attached to it.

This is not ordinary fire, but Buddha's wrath.

Under the Buddha's anger, the sword light shattered inch by inch and collapsed suddenly.

Shi Daoqing groaned miserably and fell out of the sword light. His throat felt sweet, and his lips that had faded were stained red with blood.

Her left arm was captured first, and her shoulders were hugged tightly by the ape arms. Her soft and boneless body was tightly restrained, and she couldn't exert any strength. She knew that the situation was over, and she felt depressed. When she raised her eyes, she saw those two heads. The demon monk stood ten feet away, frowning.

Only then did Shi Daoqing realize that the person holding her shoulders and arms was not Juelan, but the red-haired and green-skinned demon girl.

The demon girl suddenly had an extra scroll of scripture in her hand.

The cover of the sutra is covered with a thick layer of grease, and the black characters on it don't look like they were written with a brush, but more like they were smoked in. The strokes are twisted and weird, and they look completely different every time you look at them.

It is the Demon Vehicle Sutra by Zen Master Huaiqing.

The demon girl had already finished fighting with Zen Master Huaiqing, and had taken the demon sutra, and turned around to help her.

"This demon monk is ruthless in his methods. He is a first-rate master, so be careful."

Shi Daoqing leaned weakly in the demon girl's arms and whispered a reminder.

There is no need for Shi Daoqing to remind him, Xia Ru knows the power of this monster monk better than anyone else.

She looked at the two-headed demon monk striding forward under the overwhelming evil aura, recalling her experience at the foot of the Tuberous Crying Mountain, and said softly: "It's not that enemies never get together."

There was a leak in the house and it rained all night, so I finally managed to steal the Demon Riding Sutra. Before I could take a breath, I encountered such a big demon.

"This demon monk is very powerful, which is not necessarily a bad thing for us." Su Zhen said with relief.

Xia Ru understood what he meant: only if their opponents were strong enough would they have a better chance of forcing Yu Yue to show up.

Xia Ru nodded lightly.

This battle is inevitable.

When the chaotic demonic shadow came like a mountain, Xia Ru put down the woman in his arms, put away the demon scriptures he had snatched, and temporarily retreated behind the scenes.

It was the first time for Su Zhen to be an enemy of such a master. Just by meeting him, he felt his chest was hot and his breathing was not smooth.

He forced his magic power to disperse the turbid air in his chest, reached out and grabbed it with his palms, and two steel knives flew back from the stone platform into his hands, and were held tightly by him.

Feeling shrunken to the ground, Su Zhen raised his sword to meet him when his palm fell.

Jueluan's palms turned into claws, his five fingers bent, and he grabbed the two steel knives that were coming at him like lightning. He gathered strength and pushed with his arms.

There was a loud bang.

Turbid waves are swaying in all directions.

Juluan Wu stood on the spot, unmoving, but Su Zhen slid out backwards. Even though the long knife was blocking the ground, his feet still plowed a very long and straight deep ravine on the ground.

Jiang Gong's breath was trembling, and his body was rising and falling.

Su Zhen suppressed the turbulent energy and raised his head to look forward. In his pale golden pupils, Jue Luan's demonic body stood like a mountain, growing taller and taller.

He suddenly raised his breath and sprinted forward, the distance of dozens of feet was instantly covered.

The two exchanged souls for a short time. Xia Ru used the magic formula and cast several spells in succession, attacking Jueluan with Su Zhen's swords.

Jue Luan obviously saw the situation of his two souls being one body, and sighed: "The two souls are one, and the water and milk blend together. It's really wonderful. It's not like me, who has to bear such a burden all day long and can't get rid of it. If it weren't for this younger brother, I would have been dead. Take the final step to become a true grandmaster."

Jue Wu glared angrily and wanted to refute, but was speechless.

While blocking the move, Jueluan looked Su Zhen up and down, as if appreciating antiques, and continued:
"Your body looks weird at first, but it gets even weirder when you look closer, and the more you look at it, the weirder it becomes. Your green arms seem to be a pair of the six arms of the mountain-moving mandrill, and your face looks like it was peeled off from the demon king's "Three Thousand Phases" Coming down, your pupils are filled with golden light, boundless, and a world of their own, rather like the eyes of the legendary Demon King Jin Jie Yuche..."

Su Zhen's steel knife was imbued with magic power, like a red-hot iron. After Jue Luan struck it several times, his calloused flesh palm also felt burning pain and cutting.

But he didn't care and kept staring at Su Zhen.

"Whose handiwork can sew together so many world-famous demon kings? But there are still two people living inside. Weird, weird, how could there be such a monster in the world? No matter how strange it is compared to you It seems so ordinary.”

Jue Luan knew that he should fight quickly. Seeing such a weird monster body, he couldn't restrain his curiosity no matter what, and wanted to fight with it a few more times to find out the reality.

When Jue Luan clicked his tongue in surprise, the two figures separated and reunited in confusion, having already exchanged hundreds of moves.

The gap between them is too big. Even if the demon monk deliberately gives in and his strength penetrates into the body, it will also make the souls of Su Zhen and Xia Ru shake and uneasy. If the fight continues like this, these two completely different souls will be crushed like flour. Together.

At the same time, in order to support the operation of this body, Jiang Gong also consumed a lot of money.

Su Zhen didn't even dare to use Ni Qi Sheng rashly.

Jue Luan's body is too strong. Even if he uses this method, it will be difficult to defeat him. On the contrary, the last mana will be evaporated, leaving him in a desperate situation.

The more you fight with masters, the more you discover the limitations of your own cultivation.

As he was typing, his interest was exhausted and he said loudly:
"Today, I will use these iron palms to dismantle your incredible body!"

He punched Su Zhen.

at the same time.

There was a flash of lightning in the sky, making the sky and the earth pale, making the dojo look like a cemetery.

Jueluan's fists were simple and unpretentious, but they had reached the state of transformation. Every punch could stir up the thunder, which made his already powerful fists even better.

Su Zhen's monster body was tall and there was no way to avoid it, so he had no choice but to take the fist forcefully.

He could barely resist the first punch with his sword, but when the second punch fell, the breath in his chest was shaken away. Before he could regain his breath, the third punch came. It was obviously just one punch, but there were hundreds of punches. Power exploded in all directions, all blasting towards Su Zhen's body.

Not to mention him, even Xia Ru, who did not control this body, was affected and groaned sadly.

His body flew backwards and hit the cracked wall.

An entire wall collapsed.

Su Zhen's body was half buried in the ruins, and it was difficult to get up again.

Jueluan slowly floated down, his feet landed on the ground, and he looked coldly at the monster body covered by the ruins and said:
"The body of the demon king, the body of two souls, is this all?"

Feel chaotic and make moves at random.

Soul switching.

Su Zhen rested temporarily while Xia Rucao took care of her body. When she felt an attack coming, she concentrated on performing the technique and shouted:

"The Dharma reflects my heart."

Then, she used the same moves as Jue Luan.

This spell is called "Mirror Hand" and it can copy the opponent's moves.

Once the mirror hand is used, the battle becomes like people of the same sect practicing the same set of martial arts. The fists, elbows, knees and legs are separated and struck, and each move is exactly the same.

The same martial arts, even if the posture is exactly the same, is completely different. Jingshou can only imitate it, but the appearance is similar but the spirit is scattered. After only twenty moves, she was almost defeated.

When Jueluan struck with a palm, Su Zhen changed his body and resisted the punch.

A huge force hit his chest, and he was like a kite with its string cut off. He flew back dozens of feet with a cloud of blood, smashing several rocks before finally stopping.

Su Zhen still wanted to get up.

The severe pain spread rapidly in the nerve center, forcing him to be unable to move at all.

Looking at Jue Luan's unmoving demonic figure, Xia Ru couldn't help but feel a sense of fate: her previous practice had been cut off by Jue Luan's hands, and this time she would be broken by his again!
"I will capture you monster and this fairy together and study them carefully."

Feeling chaotic coming over.

Shi Daoqing sacrificed her sword again to stop him. The magic sword she finally formed was instantly scattered again, but she still bought Su Zhen a moment of time.

'what to do? '

Su Zhen's mind was spinning, and he suddenly saw the Demonic Sutra beneath him.

This is the secret book he dug out from the flesh and blood of Zen Master Huaiqing.

It was this demon sutra that made his body show its original shape.

He knew very well that this was not the true complete form of the monster body. For example, he always felt that there should be something piercing out of the tail vertebra.

Su Zhen immediately opened the Demonic Vehicle Sutra.

He and Xia Ru were stunned at the same time.

"What's written on it?" Xia Ru asked.

"I can't understand it either." Su Zhen said frankly.

This body had the ability to decipher text, but the text in this evil sutra was not only crooked, but also changing every moment. He stared at it for a while, and all he got was a piece of messy information.

"Su Zhen, look."

Xia Ru spoke softly, interrupting his hard thinking.

In the rain, the sounds of animals and birds chirped.

Accompanied by it, there are also the chants of the Qingyue Sword.

He looked up.

In the direction of Zhu Yanhe, more than twenty monks cut through the wind and rain, came hand in hand, and turned into sword rainbows and fell here.

Shi Daoqing, whose heart was as cold as ashes, raised his eyes and saw this scene, and his expression immediately changed.

"mother?"

Shi Daoqing recognized the sword energy of Mingsui Palace.

Yesterday evening, she covered several disciples and returned to Mingsui Palace to ask for help. Today, the reinforcements finally arrived.

"Dao Qing..."

The leading monk breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his master, Dao Qing, was fine.

This female cultivator is dressed in lotus clothes and has a golden crown, and has a beautiful face. Logically speaking, she should be Shi Daoqing's mother. But not only does she not have the plumpness and maturity of a mother, on the contrary, she is slender and petite, looking more like a child of about ten years old. If she smiled, she would probably look innocent.

This is the unique magic of the Mingsui Palace, which can reverse the age.

She is none other than the lord of the Mingsui Palace, Jin Xuejun.

Jin Xuejun, who looked like a girl, saw the two-headed demon monk, her thin eyebrows couldn't help but frown, and she said coldly:

"I was entertaining guests in the palace, but when I heard something unexpected happened to my daughter, I guessed that it was you, the monster monk, who was causing trouble again. Huh, I feel confused, you have been famous for so many years, and yet you are still bullying the juniors. It is really shameless and beneath your status."

His mother came to help, but Shi Daoqing's worries did not fade away.

There is a supreme mental method in the Mingsui Palace called Changhaoshou Technique. After practicing this mental method, your cultivation level will increase with age, with a node every thirty years.

Jin Xuejun has practiced Taoism for 209 years. If she spends another year smoothly, she will reach a higher level.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't take any risks during this year.

But for the sake of her favorite little daughter, Jin Xuejun rushed here overnight.

Jin Xuejun has a great reputation in Xijing Kingdom, and is a legendary figure with mixed reviews. However, neither Su Zhen nor Xia Ru pays attention to her at the moment.

They saw a woman standing next to Jin Xuejun.

A woman wearing a black robe and a white skirt.

This woman should be Jin Xuejun's guest.

She heard that the palace lord's daughter was in trouble and came to rescue her together.

The woman stands gracefully in the mud, with long and beautiful hair, holding a white jade Ruyi in her arms. Her jade face as clean as a lotus appears soft in the dim light, and her eyes are quiet and deep, looking forward to life. Her figure was also extremely outstanding, and the long robe not only failed to cover her graceful charm, but instead outlined her curves even more intriguingly.

If Jin Xuejun had not spoken, others might have mistaken her for Shi Daoqing's mother.

But Su Zhen and Xia Ru will not misunderstand.

When they recognized this woman, the flames of resentment surged in their chests and were out of control.

She is Lu Qi.

(End of this chapter)