There were four figures on the white dragon's head, namely Zhuan in the Snow, Wu Daozi, Wei Shaoqi and Du Shuqing.

Du Shuqing sat on the ground, closed his eyes tightly, frowned, as if trying to control something.

The figure of Zhu in the snow was vaguely reluctant, as if she was forcibly taken away by Bai Jiao. It might be that Du Shuqing and others made a good decision.

The great Yunmeng prince looked back unyieldingly and glared at Ouyang Rong on the side of the Buddha. Against the backdrop of the snow-white Wu suit, her mixed-blooded face was extremely red, as if she had suffered some kind of shame.

The shame of running away on the voluntary basis.

But a mythical tripod sword and a high cloth sword cannot be stopped at all. If this continues, there will be only a dead end.

At this moment, it is impossible to control the air or teleport.

Bai Jiao carried several people, rushed to the riverside without hesitation, and swam away.

Ouyang Rong put down the wine pot and narrowed his eyes slightly. A curious voice that belonged to him came from the head of the Golden Buddha, resounding like a bell of a big bell, throughout the audience:

"What did the little lady Zhishuang just say?"

Everyone in the audience was stunned. A person with a good memory reacted. Xue Zhongzhu's recent words seemed to ask him to come down from the Buddha's head to fight alone...

The young man in Confucian shirt with his feet on the Buddha's head was high above, with his left palm crossed the eighteen seeds, stepped out in one step and walked into a picture scroll in front of him.

The next moment, he appeared above Bai Jiao's head and stood in front of the snow candle.

The figure of the young man in Confucian clothes seemed to have a force of ten thousand pounds, like a nail, nailing the head of the white dragon with his head held high to the spot. The white dragon's chin hit the ground heavily, concave into the soil.

Dust is everywhere, blocking the view.

When he suddenly arrived, Wei Shaoqi and others were shocked and controlled their bodies, and were barely thrown out by the bumps.

"I've been trapped, don't let him go!"

Wu Daozi reacted first and spoke suddenly.

Wei Shaoqi controlled his body, stood firmly, and immediately took out the scroll.

Du Shuqing tried hard to close his eyes and used the bronze sword to control the white dragon to escape.

The old man with a narrow eye waved his red pen, and the dust that covered his vision was wiped out by a big hand and disappeared.

Ouyang Rong appeared and stood beside the candle in the snow.

It’s not like the enemy fighting each other, it’s more like walking into an old friend’s house without knocking on the door and enjoying the distant mountain scenery together.

On his right hand, he was throwing money all the more money he had in the air.

Playing with a string of eighteen seeds with your left hand, these eighteen seeds seemed to be coated with a layer of dark gold powder, with dark gold Kuixing Talisman wandering around, mysterious and strange.

Ouyang Rong and Xue Zhongzhu stood side by side, ignoring the others, as if they didn't realize they were surrounded.

Xue Zhongzhu, who was already ashamed and angry, was stunned for a moment until the calm young man beside him threw all his usual copper coins into her arms, smashed them on her angrily chest and flew away. Her hot temper was instantly lit up like gunpowder.

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"Boy, seeking death!"

A sound of breaking through the air sounded.

The tall blonde beard drew his sword with his backhand, and the sword tip cut open Ouyang Rong's face.

But it was empty.

The young man in the Confucian shirt was inlaid with a layer of gold edges all over his body.

After a closer look, there was a dark golden light as condensed as flowing water, flowing out of the eighteen seeds, covering him.

The young man in Confucian shirt was intact, but in a state of flux of golden light, he "leaked" from the floor under his feet.

Compared with Bai Jiao's huge body, his slender body was like a thin needle, passing through its bronze head, and falling to the ground like a dragonfly.

The candle in the snow fell into nothing.

Wu Daozi raised his sword and pointed his eyes. He looked at the misty figure of the young man in Confucian clothes and spoke seriously:

"He can't maintain Emperor Wen's magical powers all the time! In fact, he only has seventh-grade spiritual energy in his Dantian. Except for the endless strange sword energy of the [Ding Sword], he used Confucianism and mobilized all the Taoyuan Sword Formation and [Emperor Wen].

The power is just the same as Rong Zhen and the others just now, but he is better at fake tripod swords than Rong Zhen and the others. I don’t know why he is so superb and skillful that he can concentrate all the power of this Taoyuan array without any waste, and is temporarily set to one."

The squinting old man speaks very fast, and the fast speech arrangement is:

"No matter what, the Great Buddha array is always exhausted, not to mention that a strange ban on flying pardon was issued just now. Although I don't know how much of the loss, it consumes absolutely a lot. Let him run while he is too arrogant! I seal the scroll.

, You run out of his golden light and kill again!"

Wu Daozi sat cross-legged beside Du Shuqing, holding a paintbrush in his hand, closing his eyes and writing in the air in front of him.

Above the Buddha, a stolen scroll trembled, as if some kind of competition was taking place.

The white dragon swung its tail and swept through Ouyang Rong's so-called position, but it was still passing through the phantom.

However, this time, Bai Jiao... or Du Shuqing learned to be smart, obeyed Wu Daozi's arrangement, Bai Jiao's bronze body curled up, surrounding the young man in Confucian shirt in the center, and the golden shadow on the young man in Confucian shirt could only remain unchanged.

Otherwise, the end of the emptiness will lead to the inlay of flesh and blood in bronze!

The candle in the snow drew his sword and walked, blocking the positions around Ouyang Rong.

Wei Shaoqi also sighed, holding a bronze scroll in his hand, and silently reciting the sword technique.

The next moment, a sky-green sword energy overflowed from the ink and wash of peach trees, boats, fields, children and other children on the drawing paper.

A vague and illusory sword shadow rose slowly from the paper.

I can't see what this sword is like, I can only vaguely see it without any trace.

The sky-blue sword shadow hangs high above Ouyang Rong's head.

There is a tripod sword with three feet high.

There was also the white dragon strangled and entangled, and the domineering sword energy of the snow-jacked candle blocked the surroundings, and the golden light on Ouyang Rong was quickly consumed.

I saw that the Kuixing Talisman on the head of the Golden Buddha in the distance continued to appear and disappear.

It seems to be continuous, but it actually decreases slightly.

Observing this scene, Wei Shaoqi and others showed joy, and Wu Daozi breathed a little relieved, calmed down, and looked at Ouyang Rong with a more and more determined look.

Xue Zhongzhu's sword energy was even stronger, and his eyes were staring at the center of the bronze dragon body, waiting for Ouyang Rong to end his escape.

Under the bronze crushing vision, the young man in Confucian shirt curled his mouth, raised his left palm with eighteen seeds, and gently snapped his fingers.

"Boom--!"

The next moment, an abnormal movement came from the direction of the main grotto, and it sounded together with the snap of fingers.

Rong Zhen, who was full of concern in his eyes on the platform, and Yi Qianqiu and others, suddenly found that the rocks behind him fell off and dust filled with them.

The rolling dust only drowns His barefoot.

In front of the cliff at the deepest part of the main grotto, a headless Buddha who had been sitting upright for a long time slowly stood up. He put down his orchid finger with his palm, hugged the golden Buddha's head in the air, and installed it at the place where he broke his head.

Body and head merge.

The Donglin Buddha walked down the lotus platform, walked over the heads of Rong Zhen and others who were as small as an ant. Everyone in the high platform was stunned and left the main cave and walked towards the river.

In the warm and yellow sunshine in the afternoon, the Buddha was hundreds of feet tall, with kind eyebrows and solemn appearance.

He walked to Bai Jiao, lifted it seven inches high, and punched it, and smashed it into the ground.

The Buddha beat the dragon... If a monk was here at this moment, he would be shocked to see this rebellious scene.

Wu Daozi and others were too surprised and seized the opportunity. They did not give Ouyang Rong a chance to rest. They took action one after another, consuming the golden light of [Emperor Wen].

The snow-white sword energy in the snow was like a goose-feathered snow that kept brushing Ouyang Rong's location, making the latter's body surface unable to stop.

During the break, Wei Shaoqi took over, and the Peach Blossom Spring scroll had already been set up.

A sky-blue sword shadow hangs above the young man in Confucian clothes, and will not fall.

Ouyang Rong suddenly made a strange move:

After the eighteen seeds were collected, the Kuixing Talisman disappeared, and the whole body of golden light disappeared.

The blue sword shadow fell towards his hair crown.

Ouyang Rong did not look up, looked ahead, picked off the wine gourd in silence, raised his head and drank it, and muttered something in his mouth:

"I have no customary rhymes for a long time, and I love mountains and mountains."

A sky-blue sword tip paused a little before the dark pupils of a young man in the Confucian shirt who was raising his head to drink.

Wei Shaoqi, who controlled this [Wanshi]'s only fake tripod sword, suddenly opened his eyes, his face was a little confused at first, but in the next moment, he seemed to feel something, and his face was full of horror.

In front of everyone, the bronze scroll that Wei Shaoqi held suddenly shot out and flew into the hands of the young man in Confucian clothes. The latter did not answer because of drinking, but fell at his feet.

The whole scene looked like Wei Shaoqi took the initiative to throw out the Peach Blossom Land map. Everyone looked at Wei Shaoqi in surprise, and Wu Daozi also showed an incredible look on his face.

The young man in Confucian shirt put down the wine pot, bent down and picked up the bronze scroll, put it in the palm of his hand and nodded with satisfaction.

He turned around, patted the gray on the bronze scroll, and said to everyone with a serious look:

"Scholars, it's not too much to pick up the [poor scholars]?"

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Chapter completed!