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"I'm giving birth to your mother's head!"

Yong Bowen cursed angrily, supported Ai Liyun with one hand, raised the short sword in his hand with the other, pointed at the sky, took a step forward, and slashed down with the sword.

As the old saying goes, the sword walks lightly, and the sword technique is heavy, stabbing and slashing, and generally seldom slashes from the front. This is the move of the knife.Yong Bowen's sword obviously violated the taboo of using swords, but when he struck out with the sword, he felt a gust of air rising from his abdomen and rushed to his throat. He couldn't vomit for a while, and opened his mouth to drink: "Well Mi!" The sword suddenly burst into flames, like a living dragon, and it seemed that it might fly out at any time.

The scorching power of Xeon fell straight down like Mount Tai pressing down on the top. Within a radius of tens of meters, the heat was as hot as steam, the air was steaming, and white water vapor twisted and rose faintly, making this space floating and motionless, like a mirage.

Fudo Mingwang's Demon-Breaking Sword!

"Broken Demon Sword Seal!" Dorji Jebu exclaimed, and flashed a sawtooth disc behind himself to block upwards.

Hearing a muffled sound like cutting cloth and chopping meat, the disc was split into two in the center, Dorji Jebu was hit by the sword force, his face was covered with blood, he fell to the sky, and the fire sword fell with an unstoppable force, about to kill this The old lama divided it into two and barbecued it.

In a critical moment, suddenly a vajra was stretched out diagonally, but it was Gapo Sangye who came to save his life!I saw this powerful lama like a vajra warrior exerting all his strength, roaring, and lifting the vajra with all his might.

Then there was a loud bang, like a bronze bell hitting a stone chime, deafening, and the lingering sound curled up.

Gapo Sangje felt a huge force coming, even his decades of hard work could not stop him, his knees softened, and he knelt down on the ground.

Yong Bowen took advantage of the situation and kicked Jiabo Sangjie's chest, which immediately caused blood from Jiabo Sangjie's mouth and nose.

But Gapo Sangye stood firm and didn't move at all, even the vajra he held in his hand didn't shake.

Yong Bowen sneered, and moved the sword in his hand back, stabbing, stirring, and withdrawing, and with a puff, he stabbed Jiabo Sangjie into a big hole in the chest and spurted out blood.

Gapo Sangje let out a roar, clutched his chest, and glared at Yong Bowen.

Yong Bowen kicked again, and finally succeeded in kicking Jiabo Sangjie down, and killed Dorji Jebu with his sword in hand.

Ai Liyun was shocked to wake up by Jiabo Sangjie's dying roar, and turned around. She looked up and saw Yong Bowen was full of murderous looks, and was about to raise his sword to slash someone. She didn't know where the strength came from, and grabbed his wrist, whispering Said: "Xiaowen, don't use this sword move, don't use it!"

Yong Bowen couldn't help being taken aback.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dorji Jebu jumped up suddenly, turned around and ran, thinking that he had used some kind of spell, it really looked like a shooting star, as fast as lightning, and his whole body turned into a black light and flew towards the west.

At this moment, suddenly a large transparent hand flew out of nowhere, tightly gripped the black light and squeezed it hard, and heard a scream, Dorji Jebu was held to pieces, and the pieces of flesh and blood were thrown away. land.

The big hand crushed Dorji Jebu, and then Ben Yong Bowen and Ai Liyun flew towards him, and in an instant he came close, and with a flick of Qu's second finger, Yong Bowen flicked a somersault, sat on the ground, and fell The sky was spinning and the sky was spinning, and there were stars in his eyes. When he looked up again, Ai Liyun had fallen into the hands of the big hand and was being caught and flying into the sky.

Yong Bowen was terrified, he didn't know if this hand was an enemy or a friend, how could he let his future wife be taken away like this, and he would cut someone when he mentioned the dagger.

Ai Liyun stared at him sternly and shook her head, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Xiaowen, I'm fine, wait for me to come back!" The big hand instantly turned into a stream of light and disappeared with Ai Liyun without a trace.

The airport, which had been noisy for a long time, was finally quiet. The ground was full of bones, like a cemetery. On the broken plane, the flesh and blood were like mud, which was horrible.

Of course, the leading group on the control tower has not discovered these things yet. When Dorji Jebu cast the spell just now, the yin energy was too heavy for ordinary people to resist. Just wait a while.

Yong Bowen was stunned, his mind flustered for a moment, Ai Liyun was seriously injured and his whereabouts were unknown, how could this reassure him, turned around a few times, suddenly jumped up and said: "Yes." He ran away , rushed out of the airport in a fit of anger, returned on the way, found his car parked on the side of the road, and prepared to go home.

A group of vehicles and pedestrians who were intercepted on that road were still arguing with the police officers blocking the road. Obviously they didn't know what happened at the airport.

Yong Bowen didn't have time to pay attention to this, walked to the side of the car, was about to get on the car, suddenly heard "Namo Amitabha", one person turned out from the back of the car, bowed and saluted, "Benefactor Yong, the poor monk is polite!"

Yong Bowen took a closer look, the person who came was wearing a coarse cloth monk robe, bamboo hat and straw sandals, and holding a wooden staff, it turned out to be the Japanese monk Xin Juzheng!

During the daytime, as soon as this fellow heard that someone claimed to be the authentic sect of Qinglong Temple, he rushed to snatch the authentic sect like burning his ass, but the thunder was loud and the rain was light, and the words were extremely loud, but he didn't dare to do anything at all, which made Yong Bowen inexplicable. Going to the Shengheng Group and causing embarrassment, who hadn't been seen for half the day and night, suddenly appeared at this time, really inexplicable.

Yong Bowen was so anxious that he didn't have the heart to chatter, and asked bluntly: "Master Xinju, what's the matter?" He was secretly alert, this monk came and disappeared in the middle of the night, he ran out without sleep and hid behind the car to block people, it was not a good idea at all .

Xin Juzheng put his hands together and said: "The benefactor has a predestined relationship with my Buddha. The poor monk wants to invite the benefactor to go to King Kong Peak in Wakayama to discuss Buddhism."

"These dead monks are crazy!" Yong Bowen cursed secretly in his heart, and said coldly: "I am the head of the northern sect of the Taoist Heavenly Master. I have no friendship with the Buddha, and I am not interested in Buddhism. The master has found the wrong person. I have It's urgent, let's go first." He got into the car impatiently, moved immediately, and left in the dust, leaving Xin Juzheng there to eat the plaster all over his head and face.

Xin Juzheng reached out from under the monk's robe and took out his mobile phone, which turned out to be the latest Nokia smart phone. He clipped the Bluetooth headset to the headset, pulled out the shortcut key, and answered the channel: "Master, it has been confirmed, it is indeed the seal of the Demon Sword! Wrong, with the seal method included, the power is unimaginable. Yes, we have already acted, and the fetus bearer will ask the master!"

Besides, Yong Bowen returned home full of anger, rummaged through the boxes, and found out the ancestral ebony magic sword, magic-suppressing ruler, and soul-fixing banner. .

I saw a three-foot-long apricot-yellow soul-fixing banner on his back, a treasure bag full of talisman papers and a soul-calling bell on his waist, a black four-foot-long ebony magic sword in his left hand, and a three-fingered ebony sword in his right hand He wore a bronze town magic ruler, and there were ninety-nine thirty-nine small mahogany swords stuck in his belt. If he walked on the street in broad daylight in this outfit, he would probably be sent to a mental hospital out of ten.

After tidying up, Yong Bowen caught sight of the black cat Mian Mian who was sleeping on the sofa, and strode over to it, pinching Mian Mian's neck to lift it up.

Sleepy-eyed Cotton opened his eyes blankly, turned his head to look around puzzledly, saw Yong Bowen with a murderous face, couldn't help shivering in fright, "Meow?"

"Sister Xiaoyun's life and death are unknown, come and save her!" Yong Bowen explained, put the cotton on his shoulders and walked out.

Cotton yelled "meow" and clasped his shoulder firmly, expressing his position that he didn't want to go.

"The objection is invalid!" Yong Bowen dismissed Cotton's protest, stepped out, went downstairs, took out a compass, pinched his fingers and recited a mantra, and saw that the pointer was pointing straight to the direction, and immediately ran towards the car.

When he was still young, he played hide-and-seek with Ai Liyun, and after failing several times, he secretly put a spell on Ai Liyun, and he could find it easily by reciting the spell. The talisman is strengthened every few years, and it is still effective until now, and the range of mana is much larger than when I was a child. It can be said that as long as it is not outside the boundary of Spring City, there will be no problem.

He had just taken two steps when he suddenly heard someone whispering the Buddha's name, "Namo Amitabha!"

"There's another lama?" Yong Bowen was startled, raised his sword and ruler, made a move, followed the prestige, and saw a short figure standing on the edge of the flower bed next to the gate of the building.

This man was wearing a black and white coarse cloth cassock, a round hat on his head, and a simple wooden stick in his hand. He was dressed like an ascetic monk, just like a copy of Xin Juzheng. With his left hand standing on his chest, he was bowing down to salute Yong Bowen.

Could it be that this year's fleeting year can't compete with the bald donkey criminal?Why do you meet lamas or monks when you go out?

The more Yong Bowen thought about it, the more awkward he felt, and because he had something on his mind, he didn't want to talk to this monk who appeared out of nowhere, so he turned around and left.

"Golden fetus of the green dragon, the poor monk eight-leaf dead tree is polite..." The monk didn't know what to do. Seeing that Yong Bowen ignored him, he stepped in front of Yong Bowen and bowed again.

"What kind of green dragon and golden fetus, I don't know, I have something to do, don't get in the way." Yong Bowen was furious, if it wasn't for the monk's age, he might have started scolding him.

The old monk Baye Deadwood looked at Yong Bowen, smiled suddenly, and stepped out of the way.

Yong Bowen was suspicious in his heart, and while he was fully on guard, he stepped forward. After walking more than ten meters away, he was safe and sound.

Yong Bowen's body shook in response to the sound, and all the aftereffects of the night's hard work burst out in an instant, and he fell limply to the ground without saying a word.You must know that the few spells he cast at the end consumed a lot of mental mana, and the mana consumption of the Vajra Sword was even more astonishing, just because he was able to sustain his anger with a strong tenacity. If there is no accident, Even if he didn't run into the eight-leaf dead tree, he would not have the strength to go any farther out of ten.And the mantra of the eight-leaf dead wood is to soothe the body and stabilize the mind, which is equivalent to tearing down the last pillar supporting Yong Bowen, so as soon as the mantra came out, Master Yong fell to the ground immediately.

The black cat on the shoulder jumped in fright, slipped into the shadows, and disappeared.

Baye Deadwood looked at the fleeing black cat, frowned slightly, then stepped forward, and lifted Yong Bowen with his hands.He looks thin and dry, but carrying Yong Bowen looks like